Face soft and still, she sits afore me. Hair draped down cuddles her shoulder, a smile painted tenderly across her face. Layers of color brushed over linen reveal her eyes. To remember her, with both love and all her pain, this paint will be forever her.
------------ If there is any one thing you do well, make it life.
Thank you so much for your kind words. This place is a haven of wonders for the poet. I must say that I love all the fine poetry I have seen here. And the interaction with others is wonderful. Thank you for letting me be a part of it.