Monday, March 4, 2013
New Poem: 18th Birthday 1
It is difficult for me to believe that my son will soon turn eighteen. I remember when he used to proudly present his colorful crayon drawings and abstract finger paintings to me. I still get compliments on the finger paintings (I had them framed). Now, Jason is an award-winning artist with offers of admission from and scholarships to some of the best art institutes in the country. This greeting card poem would have been easy to write but for the blurring of my vision through my tears.