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Portait Of Judith
Slowly I take my pencil and draw
the first lines of her sweet face
Little by little, she begins to take form
I sketch in her eyes, and they now speak to me
I begin to talk with her as I work
"There you are, Judith"
She is becoming real to me
Nearly alive again, but forever still
For I cannot recreate her soul
I must get this one just right
Her Mother awaits to see her again
The child she has not seen since the day
that death cruelly took her away
I take my time to create her portrait
Unsure if my efforts will cause
pain, or bring comfort to the mother
who still grieves
Last few words:
A poem for Judith killed in an accident, just a few months ago.
Editing stage:
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Comments
sueb
Sat, 2013-02-02 16:47
sad but lovely much enjoyed
sad but lovely much enjoyed sue b x
Linda Moses
Sat, 2013-02-02 17:19
Thannk you
Sueb. I am really dragging my feet on this portrait. Sarting to feel guilty. Need to finish it.
Linda
He who conquers self , has won a great battle
sueb
Sat, 2013-02-02 17:23
you'll get there your
you'll get there your dragging your feet cos it means so much sueb x
Esker
Wed, 2013-02-06 03:10
Have drawn many also Linda
This gift of art like the gift of poetry
an aperature of a window
to souls..the views..feelings
like a spiritual blessing
or a magic with powers
to ease or comfort
I remember the pet paintings
the sketchs and how people cried
happy to have a likeness
the memories of life
of a moment
a brother
a father
a daughter
a mother
son
and friend...
Thank You!
Linda Moses
Wed, 2013-02-06 17:37
Thank you
For your kind words, glad to hear from you.
Linda
He who conquers self , has won a great battle