Art Lives In My Heart

Art lives in my heart She whirls and twirls with happiness She wakes me up and puts a canvas in my hands Causing me to want to get up three hours earlier than I need to leave for work Art means so many things She is my photography, my poetry, my passion, my avocation. I incorporate her into my teaching, for she is continually with me Insisting on her own way, leading me places I have never been Art is my go-to-place When I feel frustration or disappointment Alleviating my sorrow or my anger Art is everything; she lives in my heart.