Face Painting

She painted her world beautiful,
took what she had, didn't mind.
Splashes of paint and her pretties,
things given, she saw only kind.
She welcomed you, open armed.
Fed you with what she had.
It tasted the best cuz she loved,
You knew you were special, her plan.
She didn't come from a mansion.
Flowers planted, were picked by the road.
Often you'd see her walking,
knowing her heart carried load.
A run down, that needed repairing,
A neighborhood on the tracks.
Homes with hearts just needing
hoping love would watch their backs.
She faces such harsh, stark reality.
Look in her face does she cry?
Mostly, she paints her world, hoping
And watches how life fills her sky.

Raine Les 11/4/2009

hope....promise...it keeps us all going.
beautiful as always Sadie

always so provoking....

The highlight of my time here is to see you. Presence keeps the heart pumping..Thank you both..so very much.