Patience lives

Where seeds are sowed;

Kindness diffuses

Where water flows;

Love blossoms

Where flowers grow.


Small portrait it is,

Takes me a week.

It pains my wrist,

To finish a tweak.

She kept my brushes,

Obsessed with organisation.

Armed with kindness,

And the best intentions.

But artists hate it,

When their tools are kept,

It is symbolic,

Their inspiration trapped in a shed.

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