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