Thursday, May 29, 2008

Her Time

'Mae East'
Watercolor on Paper, 6x10 inches.

She stood in front of me
No longer to be called wee
Graceful, slender and tall
Not to be missed at all

Pigtails are gone
Shiny streaks have won
Growing too fast
Chasing dreams so vast

Stride slow my child
The world is wild
Hold my hand
While you still can

Enjoy your childhood
Be happy as I would
If only I can keep you
Until my time is through

Written for my little niece, Mae. I miss you my sweet pea. We'll soon be together again.
Is there someone you miss so much? A child growing up too fast, or a little girl now turned into a woman. This is for you, for her too.

I would love to hear your story.


Lost River Rags & CandleLights said...

Lovely poem and oh so true. Beautiful picture also! I really loved reading this.

Morning Artist said...

Thank you for appreciating my art and writing lost river, you're an equally gifted individual as well.


I love your pictures...especially this one...and the poem is wonderful!!