Colouring In   They sit colouring in bright blues, greens, yellows and reds in their variations, all within the discipline of lines, lines that force a picture, the sound and smell of crayons, the possibilities of paper. His Grandma wonders when he may give in to scribble, tire of their easy work, their closeness, the silence that they share, look for something new. But no, the day shines on, they sit there just the two and who could want it better?       Song of the Crutches   Crutches lead the way his legs follow one by one swinging…