Thursday, May 16, 2013

Anchor

I’ve painted you all, darlings
In your favorite, finest things
Caroline my sweet in your dear blue dress
That brings out your eyes
My eyes, my tiny hands
How you begged for that pianoforte, so gravely certain
That your tender life could not endure without it
Of course your father gave in
He never could say no to that charming face
My face, my loving smile
The twins in their waistcoats strong
And proud as a mother could wish
The heart of this family
I think of what you will give
Up to care for your father
My strength, my pride
The men of the house
And Henry, angel
Always begging for a story
At your father’s knee
My writing, my books
You’ve got an exciting life ahead
Of you, a world to explore and take
Your own choices to make
My world, my life

This is how I see you
My darlings, my loves
As fine and perfect as the day I left
Guarding your sweet innocence
From the blistering sun that burns
Within me.
My life, my world, my family, my choice

Inspired by Portrait d'un homme et de ses enfants