I cut up bits of paper, to occupy your
big sister, she's imitating mommy,
Behind doors, I think of you,
You looked up at me once,
when we thought you might be alright,
Perfect blues,
I painted those blues into your eye,
in the midst of the Heavens.
The heavens in my minds eye.
It may or may not matter now.
You looked at me
once.




This is tiring. I'm working. Carly, you almost landed as a figure on one of my beaches...maybe another painting.