Art

The art we create

The canvas was dark and bare; I had no muse.

Then white flowed across the backdrop, bringing company to the uninviting.

A stroke, a smudge I didn’t know such beauty could be prepared!

You brought to my expanse a creation of three.

Anticipation for the dream of such art-  to behold the beauty of these…

then to loose two; the forfeiture fetching excruciating pain.

As time dispatched I held to a final piece of the talent, watched it develop and now…

The work is complete, though morphing into a sculpture.

Look what we’ve done!

 

Author's Note

I wasn't able to conceive but then I became pregnant with triplets. I lost two and almost lost the third. My son, Joshua turns eight this year!

Tell me what you think- I fear no criticism!

Reviews

[Liderien]

"Then white flowed across the backdrop, bringing company to the uninviting." I think yo ucould change this sentence to make it fit the piece. Right not I cant see where it fits.

What an incredible journey you have been on. being a parent is tough enough, but to add the loss of two children, Im not sure I could have survived it and come out with a straight mind.
Kings to you!

[MOON]

A work of art and the pain of seeing most of it destroyed and yet whats left is still wondorous.

[QuiteOllie]

Very beautiful, I love how the mood changes so smoothly between being so calm and soft at the beginning and then angry and then quite relaxing again.