Art in Their Hands

I grew up with men

Who had art in their hands

Leaking through their finger tips

Painting the world brilliant shades

I was raised by women

With lines on their face

And laughter in their lungs

Their hands holding the world together

I influenced children

With ideas in their heads

Like flower seeds in a garden

Just waiting for a chance to bloom

My life was like the night

With the moon waxing and waning

Only the stars remained constant

Guiding me on my way

The earth beneath my feet

Kept me grounded and centered

When each moment was glorious

And each smile was a gift

And sitting in a circle

Their faces all around me

Laughter and smiles echoing off trees

I wouldn't trade it for the world.