It is so hard for me to part with Luna or Lukas' artwork. the scribbled scraps of paper or labored chorus of hearts sing of an overflowing creative energy
to lack the responsibilities of grown-ups
the nonsense of maturity and seriousness
it is no wonder hey are so happy speeding so much time channeling artistic expression
part of me saves so much because in my heart i know the days of multitude of drawings will grow dimmer and although their creative spirit will surely manifest itself in other ways, right now i'm just loving seeing it visually in front of me.
maybe it is only the doodles a mother could love, but i am their mother
damn it
;)
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