Saturday, March 21, 2015



Hand print ghosts in blue and green
fingers curl around colors
brows furrowed in concentration
making pictures never to be seen
watercolor strokes
tulips and bees
orange suns and lollipop trees
 adorn the fridge
footsteps pitter patter
paint splatters
childhood goes on in another universe
locked away from the dreaming heart

1 comment:

  1. I have so many mementos from my second son, just like the ones in this painting, all over my house. I got none of my first son. His selfish adopters gave me nothing of his childhood. The last photo I got was a tiny kindergarten school picture. I wasn't even worthy of a 5 x 7. These memories are to be cherished, not monopolized by selfish people who despise your very existence. Never let your children, or these memories go.