MY MUM, MY ARTIST

 

Your tears are paintings

Full of wisdom

Flowing beautifully

Like calligraphy

From your eyes of acrylic

Oiled on minds and hearts

So don’t be afraid to spill it

With your palette of integrity

I had not the slightest idea

That I’d ever envision

Your visual power

For the scene of your vision

Is so Idyllic

I wish I were a colour on your canvas

Trapped forever

With your fixative of selflessness

It’s no wonder your words are brushstrokes

Your heart, a canvass to imprint it

And actualize it to reality

That’s why

I wish I were every stroke

In your textured lines of bliss  

And not the rejected paint that drips

Spontaneously

From your brush of motherhood

Because you’re

An element of elegance and eloquence

An armature of admiration and aspiration

An intensity of integrity and importance

Imprinted on the line of honesty and hope

My Mum

My Artist

Your form of faith and favour

Would forever be my strength and armour

I love you dearly

You are a model of dignity

Shaping my dreams evenly

To reach it’s highest peak

You’re the tripod on which my world stands!