Poetry from Barbara Kasey Smith’s Corner of the World:
Mother’s frail fingers grip a brush
her eyes lack clarity to paint.
Clouds cast shadows on her watercolor.
She prays for sunlight to deluge the room
permitting her to attain a finished prize.
I watch as she awaits Heaven’s Light;
anxiety sneaks in stealing her positive expression.
She’s got fine art to share and to bequeath…
before her light fades into total darkness
leaving somber hours in waking days.
Barbara Kasey Smith is the writer of this poem – Copyright 2008 – Use by Permission Only.