POEMS ESPECIALLY FOR GRANDCHILDREN (No. 2)

I have fond memories of when my Day used to give us a whopping ten cents as allowance as a kid, in the late 50’s!  It all seemed so important to me.  I wrote this poem last year, four days after Zoe’s 10^th birthday!

September 28, 2012

ALLOWANCE

How much is all the pain worth?

How much does it cost to paint the sky?

What value has the perfect picture?

Or how costly is a pious, white lie?

The words that make a poem, lived, felt, experienced…

Are all held within until they are expressed.

The touches of the Artist upon the palette of life,

The value of each breath, the value won through great determination and strife!

How to find what it takes, or the time, to write or paint, or feel,

Those inner expressions

That are what is truly what is so real!

                                       By: Karla