JUST ANOTHER SKETCH.

A MODEL AND HER THOUGHTS ON LIFE AND HER MOTHER.

Just another sketch he said
Just one more and Wally sat

And sat and thought of other
Things she’d rather be doing

Taking in the way he sat and
Charcoaled her into his old

Sketchbook his eyes flickering
Over to her now and then and

As she sat feeling the chill bite
And the sunlight coming through

The high windows and the way
She had to pose and hold the

Position and don’t move he’d
Say and remembering her mother

Scrubbing the washing on the
Washboard her hands red her

Eyes tired and her body bending
Over the tub giving Wally the

Stare and in the eyes a dark
Hollowness a wasted life a

Drained resource and Wally
Looking over at the artist with

His charcoal and book and wild
Gaze thought things better than

Her mother’s tread through life
With her burned out body and

Mind and being the beat-up wife.