The Artist

Her brush is but a shovel,
Her canvas a patch of dirt,
Her paints consist of the flowers and ferns that God has placed upon this Earth.
Her artwork is ever changing as the seasons come and go,
Her art is always beautiful even when sprinkled with snow
Her daughter is a musician,
her son has a talent for sketch,
Her husband is a jack of all trades and has passed on all of his gifts.
But, she does not realize her talent to create beauty every day,
Her garden is a masterpiece that is always on display.
My mother is an artist
My mother is my friend
My mother is a Survivor,
And I cherish her to no end.

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Happy Mother’s Day Mom

Bonnie Jean Higgins (Carroll) 2002

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Write Me Away

Write me away to the place of your dreams

Show me with words the visions you see

Draw me a world holding only you and me

My finger shall trace the words of your pen

As I read them by candlelight with trembling hand

 

Write me away to the world of your fantasy

Show me with pen-strokes the things that you feel

Draw a place where our destiny awaits

I shall caress the words of your pen in adoration

By the palace gates I will patiently be waiting

 

I would write you a song that held all of heaven

I would whisper you words that held hints of passion

I could sing you away to the sweet world of dreamland

As I sit here and write you with utmost devotion

 

by Bonnie Jean Higgins ~ Mid 2003