Trudy Diane Rider Poet Free verse

Her Magic

A thought of my mother,
	bent over at her easel
		a fine strand of golden hair
			caressing 
			her 
			cheek
her delicate hands
	work a paint brush and
		 watercolors over white paper
			creating 
			her 
			magic.

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Mahtab Bangalee December 1, 2019 at 4:40 AM it's a magical writing// I enjoyed

Christopher Higgins June 20, 2009 at 8:06 AM A golden strand caressing her cheek...your detail is awesome..an artist paying close attention to her work..well done.

Sara Kendrick June 19, 2009 at 4:31 PM I really liked this. I don't know if your mother is dead or alive but if she is still living your thoughts of her will increase and become more alive after she is no longer with you.