Brigitte’s Paintings Poem by Luke Easter

Received an email from fellow contributor, Robert O’Dowd,
Paintings painted by his daughter, he had a right to be proud,
Obvious gift nurtured into a creative talent so proclaim it loud,
I scanned each canvas (mostly oil) one word stood out, Wow!

Art major @ Rowan University, graduating with honors 2006,
Dad can't draw a straight line w/o a ruler that might need a fix,
He has no idea where Brigitte got her talent from but it's okay,
As she probably has no idea where words come from you say.

Bob one thing is certain and it surely has to be her major theme,
Where ever it came from she did not let it lie a dormant dream,
One, maybe two or three, Brigitte's art we could easily dismiss,
But, it is apparent she has made the most of this incredible gift.

And although not with words like her papa if I may be so bold,
There is still an outward appreciation of family love to be told,
That painted generation of parenthood where smiles abound,
Co-joined with sadness and laughter where there is no sound.

Little one soon you'll grow, I'll no longer hold you in my arms,
However, a new grand-parent to be enhanced by the charms,
The cycle of life circles each family a new one arrives in breath,
Remembrance with a brush stroke of genus long before death.

Robert, you have planted creative awareness within your roots,
And your daughter's soulful stroke technique is part of the fruit,
One communication's via words the other through what we see,
Has it ever been truer, 'The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.'