
With bold, unwavering strokes
Of tinted shades, carefully mixed,
Covering top to bottom
Smooth paint on rough walls
A hobby, a profession, our father –
He painted our lives.
Old brushes, lovingly wrapped in paper
Each brush with a purpose
Fine, broad, stain, finishing
Each imprinting its own design
A swirl, a sparkle, a careful touch-up
Each marked with every color ever used –
He painted our lives.
He protected the ground
Our foundation, our past
Canvases wide, speckled with splashes of color,
Spread over valued items of daily life,
Keeping the workspace clean
Prepping saving valuable time –
He painted our lives.
The finished result: three rooms,
Two blue, one pink –
Glossy, seamless, flowing;
Beautiful, detailed, unique
Pleasant places, spectacular color
Inviting showrooms for the world
This he was most proud of –
He painted our lives.

About the Creator
Barb Dukeman
Ready for a new direction after 32 years of teaching high school English. I wrote my first poem about green socks in 1977; I hope I've improved since then.
Comments (3)
Beautiful! 🩵
Gosh this made me so emotional. A very wonderful poem!
A touching tribute, well penned.