These Precious
Things
by Deborah Sack
like a fragile flower
like the foam on my latte
or the colors in the sunset
the most precious things in my life
i cannot hold onto
there must be some magic
in renewing moments
that i missed
or maybe
the magic was my knowing
somehow
i was far from home
hearts are like cats
they only have so many lives
She has asked me to submit it on her behalf. She is a teacher, counselor, domestic goddess, and mother to many childrenwith good intent.
My phylosophy in art is the essence of the color and it's visual impact on the spectator.
I am an abstract expressionist lucky enough to be able to portray emotions and messages
of beauty and peace in the canvas.
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