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"There was one Elephant--a new Elephant--an Elephant's Child--who was full of 'satiable curiosity, and that means he asked ever so many questions. And he lived in Africa, and he filled all Africa with his 'satiable curiosities." Rudyard Kipling

Saturday, April 9, 2011


I am commissioned to paint a portrait of an artist,
A prince among men.
I would first sketch out the proportions,
the lighting
And try as I may,
every angle—such a puzzle for copying!
Shading, so delicate, too,
To balance the lights and darks so well
As he can—
It’s hard.
Drawing up the lines of his life as he did
Steadier hands than mine
Should copy down the works of his hands,
Strength under control.
Oh, how clear my mind’s eye sees
The castles he architected—
Trifles, to him
But stretching to the sky to me.
It’s done.
I present it—
“Look what I made, Daddy.”
Taking it with a broad sweep of a smile,
He places it on his special shelf—
The one just for his little girl’s gifts.

{I wrote this poem for my Daddy's birthday, which is in February. His careless, procrastinating daughter, however, did not get his cards sent in the mail until earlier this week. He got them today, so now I can post it here for you to read about my darling Daddy without spoiling his surprise.}