A Tribute
Only a thought, a simple glimmer
An attempt at honouring a creator
An artist, a soliliquy in his brushstroke
His stolid demeanour many thoughts provoke
His unusual honesty naked at best
His lot be ended yet his memory attests
Without a doubt his mastery he met
An "Indian woman with umbrella" I view
And infallibly my curiosity it drew
From her downcast eyes
To her weathered boots
The umbrella signifies a hint of modernisation
Yet her look is a contradiction in my amateur opinion
It reminds me of me in this country I live in
Where my hue has me abandoned although
It is where my grandparents did grow
Sombre looking with no trace of arrogance
Unlike so many others time has surpassed
I look in the corner at the artists scrawled initials
And plan to remember this painting incredible
T.C Cannon is this artist's name
And now I hear just his art remains . . .
Copyright © Fathima Dawood | Year Posted 2009
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