If you were an artist
how would you paint me?
With deep solid strokes
or you brush sweeping softly?
Would you paint me by number,
quickly fill in the lines or
sketch me first, taking your time?
Would you use vibrant colors
or plain shades of gray?
Would you change me in anyway?
Would you hang me proudly and gaze at me often
or tuck me away
until I'm forgotten?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem