Our 20 year old boy came for a visit, he did.
Playing with his phone, down the steps he slid.
Well, tumbled perhaps more accurate to say.
At the bottom he landed, crushing three vertebrae.
The ambulance came and swept him to trauma.
Due to Covid, alone he went, without his mama.
He’s getting stronger and will be braced for weeks.
But all is well, because his limbs work, and he still speaks.
Upside down the world’s been for a while.
But I feel incredibly lucky to see my boy smile.
Out West we’re headed to bring him back home,
Under the Big Skies, he’ll slowly and carefully roam.
Soon he’ll be dancing and rebuilding his core,
Then skiing off cliffs and begging for more.
I’ll bring my paints, and a good book or two
And I’ll send out new works to all of you.
I’ll take this time to study well.
To produce meaningful work, that hopefully, I can sell.
Beauty still matters, when uncertainty rules.
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This is a short run sale to get me through the hitch
Ensuring my dreams stay out of the ditch.
I’ll wrap up by saying thank you for reading this through,
For following my art and finding beauty in it too.
I hope you and those you love are well.
I hope the sun comes out tomorrow, and we all have good stories to tell.
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