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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 11/3/2018 12:41:00 PM
Splendid piece :) remembering my own easel fresh pine, love it. xomo
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