POEM: I Wish I Were an Artist
I wish I were an artist to portrait those whom I love. As a writer, I express my feelings in words. I wish I could do so in colors. One day I take a brush and a canvas, And I let my heart do the work. I don’t think, I feel. The brush brings color to the canvas, And the color comes to life. The canvas comes back to me with a story to tell. It’s two-dimensional, But it’s the start of a journey which I hope will take me places, One step at a time. And now I look at a portrait of those whom I love, And I can put my name on it – the artist. ~~~~~~~~~~ From my book of poetry Sunset in Toronto, page 34.