Father

There was a man that created
the most beautiful paintings
I have ever seen.

He would fix himself some coffee
check his front shirt pocket for
his cigarettes and climb the
attic stairs.

When he went in the attic I
knew he was going to be up
there for awhile.Painting.

When he wasn't working for a
houseful of mouths he
was making love to his canvas.

Self taught artist every picture he
made was like magic to me.My
favorite ones were the ocean
paintings.

All his creations were master
pieces and loved by so many.

He would paint for this one and
paint for that one and every year
he would enter his art in shows.

Time passed on and this talented
man grew old.His eyes don't see
like they used to yet he has steady
hands.

Now his painting days are over
and his art hangs on every wall
in the house.

He's just as happy showing off
his work as he was when he
created them.

This is how I will always
remember my father.