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It Started With A Blank Canvas

My life began as one big blank canvas,
a sweet baby girl loved:
the second child for my parents,
yes, I had an older sister by one year;
Suzanne, already had signs of an adventurer,
while I just gurgled, smiled and made faces.

Babyhood is fleeting,
soon, I was a four year old and walking:
my personality was beginning to blossom,
quiet, shy, loving cats, the garden, and books,
my sister, had no time for all that;
we lost her on a snowy street,
her death left a black mark on the canvas of my life.

My grandma, Helena was our family storyteller, 
looking at me she would say, she has an old soul:
grandma colored the canvas of my life with hues lovely,
opening my imagination and a writer was born;
I will never forget the words I spoke at her funeral.

When I write of nature the tone is green with wildflowers bright,
with strokes and swirls of birds soaring and water swirling:
when I write of winter, my very soul opens,
and in sad poems somber colors twirl and mingle;
and my paint drips blood red onto my canvas,
the love poems, I create are full of my love's aqua blue eyes.

I am a butterfly, I am a bird, I am a writer,
each day I add another color, another dimension;
to the canvas of my life that started when I was born,
no telling what the future holds but I know;
it will be beautiful.

Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2024

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Date: 2/22/2024 10:48:00 AM

Beautifully painted canvas Constance! I enjoyed reading your nicely expressed poetry! -Smita
Date: 2/22/2024 3:06:00 AM

Beautiful poem Constance. Grandmothers are such special people, they leave us the legacy of everlasting wondrous memories. Your poem reflects love and admiration, and fills a blank canvas with colour, Best wishes for a lovely day.
Date: 2/21/2024 3:33:00 PM

you've painted a stunning canvas of your life and your creative, imaginative self. When I was a small child, Mother always told me, "You're an old soul." I loved these words: grandma colored the canvas of my life with hues lovely, opening my imagination and a writer was born" Those are touching. My mom created a love for words in me by reading the dictionary to me every night. (an aside) The last verse touched me. A soulful poem and a fav. Best wishes with the contest. hugs, Sara
Date: 2/21/2024 10:35:00 AM

So heartfelt and well expressed: i felt so much reading this and the last lines, are brilliant! “ i am a butterfly, im a bird” ah the strength of your aura and voice can be heard and felt throughout! And use of colors here to describe your feelings is so artistic, pleasure reading this. BOL
Date: 2/21/2024 8:56:00 AM

Nice. All our lives start with a blank canvas. All the etchings and paintings are from our emotions and feelings. Nicely penned.
Date: 2/21/2024 8:42:00 AM

Dearest Constance, This is such a tender reflection on the beginning of your life journey. Your words show innocence and familial love, juxtaposed with the anticipation of your older sister's adventurous spirit. You beautifully capture the essence of childhood and the unique path each of us takes in life. Constance, this is a very heartfelt glimpse into your beginnings. - Blessings, Daniel

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