PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

                      

When I was just a child of three or four I began to write,

The marks I made upon my paper were often such a sight.

My scribblings were unreadable but my mom would often rave;

Although my work was sloppy she loved the gifts I gave.



When I grew a little older my marks would make more sense.

But I wasn’t much of an artist so it often made me tense.

I would try to draw stick people but they looked quite weird;

Sometimes would end up with a paper which I in anger, smeared



Then came art class and by then I would know my plight

The fact was that my artistic side was very much a fright.

One day I was asked to draw a nice fresh artichoke;

But unfortunately my endeavor was no more than a joke.



I knew now that drawing was not my expertise.

The main thing is the fact that I had tried at least.

So I was off to other things, which I could give my best.

My experience with my sketching board had been quite a test.



Now I’m grown but lessons I learned are still a part of me,

I still carry a sketching pad but not one that you see.

Everyday I make my mark, one that will always remain,

not made with pen or pencil but showing everything I obtain.



We may not all be artist but we leave a mark by what we do.

the lives we touched, the love we gave to all the ones we knew.

My goal is to leave marks of beauty, not caught on canvas pad.

pictures of a woman who gave the world something that she had.



The sketches I wish to leave behind are but visions in my mind;

of selfless acts to those in need and the desire to be kind.

Remember that each of us are artists in our own special way.

The good things we do in life, those pictures always stay.