My Father

A poem for my english class

His face is peaceful

As his brush moves

Lightly on his canvas

He paints the world

With dark hues of acrylic

 

The music fills the room

The familiar lyrics

And the shrill of an

Electric guitar

From my childhood

 

I watch him

There is wisdom

In his dark eyes

A knowledge of art and love

An understanding of life

 

Here in this place

I call home

My father paints

He tells me I can

Do anything I want to

If I try hard enough

 

Reviews

[Gage Purdy]

This is very very beautiful, and I see where you're coming from (Lucky ol' me for getting to know you in person :P)
Love love love this!

[Voice]

This is a great poem for your dad. My father passed away when i was very young so treasure each moment. Beautiful write!

Voice