I had no black
so i paint the hair yellow
self portrait
my granddaughter's masterpiece
and her candid narrative
a plate of french fries
why leave the excess ketchup
food of the Gods surely
the taste of only ketchup
I breath again innocence
flower petals float
in a bowl of water
pre covid days
this mild infusing of
fragrance and a child's joy
© gillena cox 2020
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It is so frustrating that the Covid crisis has lasted so long and more lives are lost. Keep safe and lets hope 2021 will be the year of changing back to normal.
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A delight! (Both painting and poem.)
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What a wonderful memory
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delicious, GC
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A beautiful child, reminding us of the wonders of innocence.
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Art and poetry, warmed my heart this chilly morning .... cheers.
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That's so lovely. Both are, the poem and the painting. "The taste of only ketchup" made me laugh! How many adults would allow it? But, why not? It's basically gelled tomato soup, right?
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How sweet the scene from a child's eyes. Her self portrait is beautiful, and who doesn't love a plate of fries with ketchup. Such simple moments create such a picture of peace.
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I like this one, it fits me. Your "why leave the excess ketchup" reminds me once when we took our two oldest grandaughter to Nebraska on a visit to my parents. We had stopped in the morning at a Macdonald's for breakfast. The each had pancakes with two containers of syrup but each only ate one. So brave me, I took a straw and sucked up all the remaining syrup. They still remember that morning, they were sooo shocked at my show.
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I love this, Gillena, the poem, self-portrait, comment, and the photograph of your lovely granddaughter. I remember wiping excess ketchup with my finger and licking it – a child’s delight. And I love the image of petals in a bowl of water – I bet they’re sweet-smelling.
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This made me smile, as did your granddaughter's self-portrait. :) The lines, "The taste of only ketchup /
ReplyDeleteI breath again innocence" reminded me of myself, when my family would go out to a fast-food place. I always got a ton of ketchup!
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That painting put a smile on a lately-depressed looking face. Thanks, Gillena!
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