Thursday, November 4, 2010

The Pot

The Pot
Some things are strewn on the table top like the leaf that is almost unnoticed without a closer look.
The yellow flowers with just a hint of pink or is that orange stand tall in the pot.
The pot that was found out back behind the garden shed. The pot that had been discarded to never
be used again yet salvaged by her gentle hands. As she stooped low and her wrinkled hands
shook slightly as she reached for it she remembered the day, The day when she always
had beautiful flowers. She gently picked it up and as she thought of her life she decided that even
though old and no longer shiny and bright she would give the old pot another chance. With slow
sure determination she placed the fresh soil in the pot and planted the flowers, the ones with just a
hint of pink or is that orange?


Carol Blackburn said...

Mornin' Angie, lovely sentiment to go with your painting. Very, very nicely done.

Virginia Floyd said...

I really like your brush strokes on the petals. Sweet story, too.

Margaret Bednar said...

Very nice painting, but the words stole my heart.