Portrait of a Daughter

Pretty soon, this blog is going to belong to my mom, as I've been posting more of her creative work here than my own lately! Here is another poem that she wrote.

Portrait of a Daughter

I held the fresh clean canvas,
Unblemished, incomplete,
Miraculous potential,
Untouched as yet and sweet.

My mind caressed a vision,
My heart joined in the game,
I saw a flawless portrait
Within a perfect frame.

But time revealed some brush strokes
I felt were out of place,
And lines I did not want there
My pride tried to erase.

But then I met the Artist,
His skillful plan unfolds-
The portrait of a daughter
On canvas He now holds.