Thursday, June 27, 2013

My Mother's Painting

She let me pick the one I wanted
I liked the way she painted the pond,
the grasses and the rolling hills,
and the small red barn along the hedgerow.

I have never seen this place,
Yet it is everyplace I played
as a child.

It is the pond where my siblings and I
fed bread to small fishes,
It is the barn behind my grandparent’s house,
Those are the hills I ran upon,
that is the tree I climbed,
It is a collection of all the places
--from my childhood,
--from my memory,
--from her paintbrush
--to my heart.

~Kathie Adams Brown (April 1, 2013)


  1. Both my parents are now gone. Enjoy your Mom's company - it sounds like you truly do. A painting to treasure always.

  2. Sheila, thank you! I am so sorry that your parents are gone. I cannot imagine my world without my mother.

  3. Hi Kathie

    A nice poem and a lovely gift. I am sure it will bring you great joy to look at such a lovely landscape.


    1. Guy, I have had this painting for awhile and it always makes me smile. As she grows older and I realize just how much it means to me for more than just the beauty of the painting!

  4. This is beautiful Kathie, I need to come over here more often. I do love your poetry. Your Mother's painting is wonderful!

    1. Denise, you are always welcome here! I love to have people read my poems and its even better if they actually like them! I'm so glad you stopped by!


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