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The Painting

Every morn I wake to see the painting Its colors grace the wall next to my bed A cityscape in watercolor fiction of several layered hues of blue and red Its detail is of several antique buildings designed by shapes of square brick filigree It stirs a warmth that’s deep inside my body It has such a special meaning for me I painted it one day as I remember through my window its frame came into view I had so many friends inside those buildings A youthful time to which I’ve bid adieu A lovely way it is to say good morning To think of love and fun and fancy-free To start each day with a brush of beauty In colors of my life in memory

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Heidi Sands

Date: 6/1/2017 9:47:00 AM

That will be nice if you start up painting again. I too have one I did hanging near my bed. A lake and mountain sunrise from a place I once lived...that I start each day looking at.

Heidi Sands

Date: 6/1/2017 9:04:00 AM

This is so nice Mike. Written well as I could see it. It really reached me, as I also paint paintings. Thanks for sharing this inspiring poem :)

Mike Gentile
Date: 6/1/2017 9:38:00 AM

Thanks Heidi, I just woke up this morning and saw it and realized that I really start each day looking at it and remembering that time. I haven't painted in a while, maybe I'll start up again:)