To the Unseen Artists

I see you, your messy hair and cold cups of coffee

Laundry piled high,dishes untouched

while whispers of judgment about your unclean house are made

I see you, with your thrown together outfit ready to rush out the door

Late for something I’m sure

I see you, hiding away alone stressed

Wondering are they all better off without you

Daydreaming of all the goals you had set for yourself

Independent mind with a fierce attitude to match

You saw the world and wanted it to be yours

But I see you, your art does not go unnoticed

With how you gracefully swallow the entire world

Without a hesitation

Your children, our children

They are our work of art

Artists carefully invest and plan

Gather all the pieces for the final showcase

I see you, watching;

embracing the masterpiece you have created

So carefully with your entire soul

They will not break

for the foundation you have used is a mix of

All the artists who have come before you

With their same cold cups of coffee

And tired worn hands

Desperate to remember who they are

You are, the Unseen artist

But I see you.