The Legacy
The Legacy
I sit here smiling with the painting
of those large lemons
in that glass bowl
taking up most of the white wall
in our dining room
I remember my Father
always saying
“can’t you feel the Artist’s
creative energy reverberating
off the walls?”
those many lemons,
bright yellow, like sunshine,
with white highlights,
among many green leaves
in that cut-crystal glass bowl
my Father would always write
in the dining room for all that
“original energy flowing
from these white walls
into my fingers onto the page.”
by the time I was ten,
every inch of wall
had an original piece
of artwork on it for me,
how I always loved Those Lemons
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