A canvas attributed to both artist

And her three-year-old, Clara.

Purple and orange across

The center in crayon.ย  “I only left

The room for a few seconds,

Came back, and Clara’s beaming.”

So, Not For Sale, Clara says

The swirls of colors are unicorns–

Anything is possible–

Come out in pairs to graze at dusk.

© slovitt 2023
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NFS what does it mean?

a lovely poem, mother daughter shine here.

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Delightful mother/daughter vignette. I so wanted to see a picture of Not For Sale above your poem. Think it would add an irresistible charm to the whole.

Naturally, I have ‘complaints’, but you’d dismiss them so I won’t bother voicing them! ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

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Lighten up Swep! It was a joke based on my long experience of offering input which you always promptly reject, even while you are suggesting cuts and changes to the writing of others. I was referring to text content, by the way.

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