How I love. A poem about making art



I love my babies by bringing them smiles.
I love my friends by walking the miles. 
I love my lover by loves sweet touch, 
I love mankind with paint and a brush. 
With a needle I sew, each stitch is alive, 
With a paintbrush my passion is reaching to strive. 
A life of it's own. Like throwing a stone, 
Rippling water, love lives in this poem. 
Kathy Poitras 



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Sweet poem! And fantastic being on the verge of being sold out of the Ascending series. That’s a whole lot of theta rippling through the universe!


really sweet poem!!


Love this Kathy!

Linda Gledhill

Love your fourth line!


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