Artwork
Mom was
somewhat of an artist.
Paintings of our
and Grandma’s houses
hung on our
walls—and down at Pappap’s—
a sunset
painting of Canada geese.
But I don’t
remember her painting much.
No time, after having
five daughters,
except for the woman
in a swimsuit
that greeted
visitors at Shannon Creek Park.
And a very
large Santa
that hung
outside on our gables
at Christmas
time, and one time
a bunch of
little Santas given as gifts.
Other than that,
paints were retired.
As we grew up,
paper plates
became her canvas
filled with marker flowers
and hung above
her kitchen table,
Where she and
Dad could enjoy them
after all their
daughters moved away.
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