"self-Portrait"
Paint me a picture of things I've missed
Of nurturing love and happiness-
Color it brightly and brush it on bold;
Paint me a memory that's mine to behold-
Paint me a landscape with flowers so rare,
Or maybe a portrait with eyes that care;
Paint it with oils that won't smudge with my tears
And brush it with feeling not hardened by years-
The canvas complete, take your easel; depart!
I'm left with a picture, locked in my heart.
Copyright © Bill Frew | Year Posted 2010
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