painting by my mom, Reba Hansen
With a single stroke of her brush she paints the first word of the line
Each brush stroke adds more words over time
The paintings will tell a story without saying a word
Doesn’t matter it it’s a landscape or of a single bird
What will she paint? She wonders as she starts from scratch
She contemplates every color, how to mix and match
Acrylic, water, oil, or some kind of gloss
She looks at the wall, drawing her inspiration from the cross
A bluebird lands on her window sill and sings a song
A smile comes over her face, she knows her studio is where she belongs
A squirrel grabs a nut and takes a seat
Watching every brush stroke as it has it’s own beat
A rabbit sneaks in the door,
Watching her as she paints more
Her technique is as unique to her as she is unique to God
A deer peeks in the window, the beauty has him awed
A little green there, add some orange and brown
She looks at the animals gathered around
She adds some pink and red, and a touch of blue
She says to my vision I must be true
She looks at the painting, yes, it is complete
She looks down at the dog laying at her feet
Well, boy, what do you think?
He wags his tail and gives her a wink
She wonders where she would be without God’s love
At that moment, like God was listening, in flew a white dove
She whistles a tune from a time when she was in a different place
Then she starts to sing, the hour I first believed, amazing grace
paintings my mom, Reba Hansen
I love this! But of course, you knew I would 🙂
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Thank you. I was hoping you would.
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Lovely — the paintings and the poem, both!
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thank you , wish I could paint like her
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I’m sure she sees you as her greatest work of art.
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Awww thanks. Maybe. Definitely not my brother lol
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She’s very talented!
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Thank you
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