Smearing the paint on the sheet
As the brush slashed and slathered
The happiness it rendered
Was no little feat
Only if I frequently let myself be surrendered
To the nostalgia that makes for such a sweet meet and greet,
With a portrait that by itself was just simple and neat
This joy might not be endangered.
YOU ARE READING
Scribbled Echoes
שיריםPoetry based on the everyday attempt to be and do better. Just day in and day out happiness, sadness, fears, and hope. I hope it resonates with you as much as it does with me.
