The Unfinished Portrait

It seemed everything were on the canvas The cow boy looking man just couldn't paint it all on the portrait I saw litters of colour on the wooden stand All coming together in harmony Each one making the man on the canvas a beauty to behold The man in the portrait... The man from my past Cowboy looking man painted the fine arc of perfectly shaped brow Crystal white eyes and the oval shaped face Glorified with a smile as enticing as freshly baked cookies But, cowboy couldn't paint it all He couldn't paint the brows that join in fury Each time he lashed out at my mum and I with his mouth He couldn't paint the strong lines that rise from his face Each time that mouth invokes in us words of disdain You see, he is the only inheritance my dad left us The uncle from a distant past The man from my past... Beauty in portrait... Beast in person