Childhood lesson - a villanelle

I cannot color in the lines or hold a crayon in my hand; my drawings cannot be refined.

"Look mother, see my great design." Your frowning face, a reprimand-- I cannot color in the lines.

You clean my art with turpentine; the lipstick mess seems to expand. My drawings cannot be refined.

My next attempt at redesign-- my crayon art was in freehand. I cannot c…