'The Artist' Poem by Linda Winchell

Art fair on our downtown streets
everyone selling what they've made.
Had an Artist do his rendition of me
said he'd capture my face for me to save.

As I sat, he seemed to go deep inside
seeing the real me that lay within.
When he finished the drawing of who he saw
On my face I could feel my grin begin.

It was a clownish caricature
head big and shaped like a pear!
My eyes were my finest feature
and he seemed to capture the style of my hair.

My smile seemed wider than my face
spread across from cheek to cheek!
I'm glad I waited to see the finished product
and he didn't let me sneak a peek!

I don't think I would have let him complete it
what he said he seen me really as.
Because I would have told him bluntly
saying, 'Your making me look like some kind of Spaz! '

Maybe we really don't see ourselves
as some others see us as.
And I'm really not as pretty as I think
and really look like some pear shaped spaz?