sitting in my office chair, I see a
Laguna Beach waterscape
walking down the hall, I feel her presence in
originals, copies and paintings on velvet
I can't escape her still life’s, wood
sculptures, oils, portraits,
watercolors, they are all over the house
wonderful art decorates my life and home
this art continuously reminds me of her
what a soul
what a talent
she did anything that beautiful mind set out to do,
even painting the house, decorating storefronts,
playing Santa or loving her atomic family
mom is still beloved, well remembered
alive in my psyche
Author notes
Author's Notes: This is re-write of an earlier version of "The Family Artist."
Thanks to his chardonnay for the great poetic suggestions!
Photo of my Mom and Dad taken in WWII.
Did you love your mom?
Comments
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AWWWWW omg so SWEEEEET!!!!!! tear i love it
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Wow, what a beautiful pic of your mother and father. Thank you for sharing this heartfelt piece. Your love and respect for the talent and character of your mother is clear and pervasive throughout this tribute. the first stanza really put me into your home...I could see the paintings in my mind's eye.
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Beautifully Tearful
I look around me and haven't a single reminder of my grandmother, just my memories of our shared card games and beauty parlor days when I would paint her nails and do her hair for her. Those can never be replaced, but I always wished I had something more from her...and now I do, I have a little girl with the same blue/gray eyes that my grandmother had and each time she looks at me I see grams. The pic of your parents is lovely. Great poem.
mandie
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