"My Dad the Artist"

How my Dad influence my artistic life.

"My Dad the Artist"

When I was just a little girl

My dad would paint with oil

I sat and watched for hours
animals in air, water and soil
 

His colors seemed like magic

They carefully blend together

It amazed me as a young child

Oh! How he could paint a feather

 

My Dad was a dry land farmer

Worked so hard upon the land
Wildlife art his true reverie

Many colors at his command

 

Dad's memories of  adventures

Saw beauty in God's land

He painted colors from his mind

With worn but a steady hand

 

While working the hot, dry land

He would sometimes find

Arrowheads still so perfect

With agate colors entwined 

 

A young navy man in Hawaii

Befor he married mom

Picked up colorful seashells

Under many a swaying palm

 

As a young child I looked

At those colorful tiny shells

When six he gave them to me

Along with the "color spells"

 

I wanted to go to art school 

And learn more about color

Dad said "you will starve

And never make a dollar"

 

So now I live in Hawaii

With colors I'm immersed

Everywhere I seem to look

Colors always seem to burst

 

Vivid colors are in my life

God's blessed in every way

I'll string some colorful flowers

Make my Dad a Hawaiian lei
by Ginger Sizemore

More about my Dad

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Reviews

[DONALD EISSLER]

AND YOU MY DEAR GINGER
ARE AN ARTIST TOO..
NOT ONLY WITH A BRUSH
BUT WITH A WORD OR TWO.

WISH I HAD YOUR TALENT
WOULD SPREAD IT FAR AND NEAR
MAKE EVERY ONE SO HAPPY
FOR MY WORDS ARE SO SINCERE
Best I could come up with

[Calypso]

This reminds me of my mom. She was an artist and an author. I believe she was the one who started my passion for writing.
Lovely poem and wonderfully written