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The Painter

For my father

By Barb DukemanPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
Runner-Up in the Smooth Challenge

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.

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About the Creator

Barb Dukeman

I have three books published on Amazon if you want to read more. I have shorter pieces (less than 600 words at https://barbdukeman.substack.com/. Subscribe today if you like what you read here or just say Hi.

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    Written by Barb Dukeman