To My Mother - Worthwhile

I am hers the way I’m sure

A daughter, the eldest of five

what your life

You know you’re reaching to a change

with that golden state

[Natural love of us three boys

Your husband painted?]

Was becoming a masterpiece

With a steady hand

And a tender touch

A colourful mind

A creative heart

You began painting my favourite pink

In the landscape

is artistic

set it out

You got

Only the surface

A picture is worth a thousand words

Here are a few of yours:

Selfless

Joyful

Gracious

More beautiful

We share brown eyes

And on the outside you gave me my smile

And my music mind

You pray every morning

Grow every day

to evening

You’d rather paint the town than sleep

Unlike Dorian Gray, mother, you age with grace

Every day you somehow grow into more of a masterpiece

With a steady hand

And a tender touch

A colourful mind

A creative heart

You’re the heartbeat of this family

In a dark world you shine mother

Now I’m just trying to find a girl

Half of who you are

Every day I admire you baby

I’m so thankful God gave you to me

Though this world could make it look like what your heart imagined it should be

neverending

Your beauty’s so inspiring

When God takes you home

All I want is your unfinished painting