POEM: I Wish I Were an Artist

I wish I were an artist to portray those whom I love. 

As a writer, I express my feelings in words. 

I wish I could do so in colors. 

One day I take a brush and a canvas, 

And I let my heart do the work. 

I don’t think, I feel. 

The brush brings color to the canvas, 

And the color comes to life. 

The canvas comes back to me with a story to tell. 

It’s two-dimensional, 

But it’s the start of a journey which I hope will take me places, 

One step at a time. 

And now I look at a portrait of those whom I love, 

And I can put my name on it – the artist. 

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From my book of poetry Sunset in Toronto, page 34.