Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

The coffee drips into the glass beaker
The foamed milk is swirling

It’s cold
I build a fire

The day begins
I weigh myself for the fat application

Salads with every vegetable in it I’m still fat

I walk and remember a thin woman
That lives inside
of my heart
He held for me

Then as he is leaving this side

I somehow received that piece
We laughed about that mink coat
He bought me
And how it has served me well
Sleeping underneath it

He likes my art
We went to museums
All over the world

The sons that we made in love

Bring light to the family
Thank you my love
I will miss you

sometimes the past and the present collide.....for better or worse. a way to get perspective...

So true