A New Beginning

Allow me a bare canvas And arm me with ample time I’ll awake my dormant craftiness Brush strokes in perfect lines No longer, am I a novice My world is rich in color But I want more time to notice From one mother to another I long for a sturdy easel One that smells of fresh pine My fingers will braise and feel I’ll be so proud to know it’s mine Each drip along the way Will be granted my attention I’ll find the time, each day To admire my new addition I’ll learn to love the splatters And the tiny hands behind them Because, I see, that’s all that matters They’ll be treasured in the end You see, before, I wasn’t ready I was average, at my best But now my strokes are steady And I see how I’ve been blessed So grant me one more chapter I have another round in me It will be one, filled with laughter Then my art will be complete