Mother's frail fingers grip a brush.
Her eyes lack the clarity to paint.
Clouds cast shadows on her watercolor.
She prays for sunlight to deluge the room,
permit her to attain a finished prize.
I watch as she awaits Heaven's lights.
Anxiety sneaks in to steal her positive expression.
She's got fine art to share and to bequeath...
before her light fades into total darkness,
leaving somber hours in waking days.
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((Hugs and LOve)) ~SilentDream