We Are Different
He draws and paints cartoons for fun
I draw and paint cartoons too, but I do not sell mine
He urges me to sell them
I did once upon a time
I cried when they left me
I have a stack of four hundred paintings now
That proves I am not kidding.
His cartoons sell for hundreds of dollars.
This amazes me and amuses me.
I am glad for him, but still cannot release my babies.
They came from my mind.
They are my creations.
I will continue to stack them
Until my last day
Possibly proving I am not entirely sane either.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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