Her Mothers Secret
Paint on her fingers and paint in her hair
Dad thought her love for art crazy and rash
She was an artist and she did not care
No matter that he could blither and bash
Attitude she did not readily share
Her mother understood and gave her cash
Guarded secret known by only a few
Her dream had been to be an artist too.
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