Blue Painted Eyes Poem by Carole Cookie Arnold

Porcelain skin with blue painted eyes
Strokes of cherry brushed on her cheeks
Lips are a soft shimmered pink sublime
Flaxen hair graces her face as a smile peeks

Two small strings of pearls adorn her neck
Gracefully touching a peach chiffon dress
Ruffles are trimmed with teal colored specks
With satin peach heels she sits with finesse

A lavender parasol shades her from the sun
On a bench in Central Park awaiting her beau
Horse drawn carriages where romance is won
Flat bottom boats drifting with lovers in tow

Spring blossoms are peeking out in all colors
Plush green grass that tickles your toes
Ice cream vendor’s music calls two brothers
Cobblestone streets create a nostalgic flow

Barber pole has stood still for generations
Lady waiting for her beau remains in place
Town halls clock stares in silent expectation
Frozen within painted strokes of eternal grace

This moment in time an artist painted
During the nineteen twenties he gives
This as a gift to one he is acquainted
This lovely lady on the bench who is

My Great Grandmother is the lady who poses
For her beau the artist whom she soon wed
Showered her wedding day with colorful roses
A portrait that speaks of love and where it led

Watching over us she reveals a time
When the air was fresh and life was fair
Town halls clock rang its musical chimes
Sounds of children's laughter filled the air

Thank you granny for times we reminisce
Her picture is hung at the foot of my bed
Soon another generation will inherit this
Then great great granny they to will be led.

2006 Carole Cookie Arnold