Copyright 2009 - Susan Abma
WHEN THE CREATIVITY CRUMBLES
I started painting, wet in wet,
I didn’t wait till the paint was set,
I worked it left, I worked it right,
I didn’t give up without a fight.
I kept on painting through my lunch,
T’was a masterpiece, I had a hunch.
I worked straight through till after dinner,
I knew for sure I had a winner.
When I stepped back I almost cried,
I really couldn’t believe my eyes,
My painting of the man I love,
Looked much more like our family dog.
But I am an artist through and through,
I’ll get through this and so will you.
Keep the brushes filled with paint,
Cuz I’m no quitter and I’m sure you ain’t!
By Susan Abma
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