Daisy

I imagined the kisses her mommy gave
…And in thought I kissed her that very same way

Did she have a pudgy angel’s face
Was she blond and blue-eyed and full of grace?

The paint would dry in softest blend
Then for the moment my heart would mend

As I slowly plucked petals one by one
I envisioned her own tiny fingers and thumbs

I painted her in just that way
I wonder if she picked a daisy that day?

Beyond the Canvas

This poem & a painting titled “Daisy” are from a book called Canvas Emotions …The Art of Therapy.

© Susan Van Sleet