Walk a year in my shoes…
you will create paintings
you will cry tears about missed times
where you will not create
because you do NOT hold the time in your hands
you do not have the time
your hands do not work when you have
the
time
they are painful
so no matter you feel
creative
you can not hold a brush in
those precious, rough, sandpaper like
hands
Walk a year in my shoes…
you will hold your family dear
cry with love for them
you will get paints on your hands
and can't get it off before you leave
so people will think it is blood
the blood of creation
Walk a year in my shoes
you will just have spent a year
grateful
disappointed
challenged
you will have gotten married
learned to sew french seams
in cream silk
felt low about the little time your day has
for you to spend at the studio
yet you will also have come to realize
that
important is
that the fast fleeting years you have with
your son so young
will be gone
too soon
so now is the time to worry less
steal time when you can
and treasure and be
grateful
because, oh, so handsome he is