Tonight’s memories and gifts. A Diversion from Grief to my Art
A young man walks past;
Shoulders baring his bike
He speaks to my Art
Artworks surround his passage
He handed me a gift of admiration,
Unsolicited yet accepted in full.
We express my creativity given life.
Freedom unlocks my closets
My breathing is to be shown.
My spirit then tired and worn.
I haven’t a clue of my assets.
How would they appear and hang to be displayed?
Then this stranger offered vigor.
Now it’s hung with a donation of help.
It waits for words and prices.
Who now might give this Art a home?
