Christina's World
In a loose-fit pink dress, she crawls through golden fields
The stems’ graceful sway in the breeze such pleasure yields
Muscular degeneration restricts mobility
But the illness did not impair Christina’s sensitivity
From his window overlooking the Olson farm
Wyeth’s heart was touched by this frail woman’s charm
Each strand of hair, each blade of grass carefully stroked
Such wonder in a child’s eyes this intriguing image evoked
Only 10 when introduced to Christina’s World
Questions and, consternation through my mind swirled
“Mommy, why is she crawling through this meadow alone?
“Where is her family? Why don’t they take her home?”
Mom understood well her daughter’s deep frustration
Wyeth’s painting won a home in a new location
Each day as I woke, my innocent eyes delighted
When this image on my bedroom wall was sighted
*Ekphrasis on Christina’s World by American painter Andrew Wyeth
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