Work of Art

Work of Art

He sits for hours at his craft
Creating keepsakes in the light
That will live for generations
He's even busy in the night

He draws the bright eyes of children
And places wrinkles with such care
On older faces like a badge
And on a woman flowing hair

So many eyes look back at him
From paper smudged with charcoal dust
And many smiles do greet his face
He knows perfection is a must

And as he draws he learns the face
He knows each curve, each smile, each frown
On some he places simple dress
On others an evening gown

But each he thinks as royalty
And so he treats them all the same
Each one a precious gift to draw
He remembers every name

Each one a house that holds the soul
He works to show what lies within
And breathe life into shades of gray
Each face he draws becomes a friend

He learned his craft when but a child
While children played he practiced art
While they played games and laughed aloud
Too old he felt to be a part

For art was always part of him
His gentle hands and soul that speak
Who sacrificed to share with all
The loveliness in life we seek

I feel not for this man of art
Such beauty do we seldom see
His mind is full of lovely things
I know because I write of me

Today I will draw Mary Beth
Her eyes and smile will light your heart
And watch my hand as it creates
She will become a work of art