I painted this from a photo of Colin and Corey taken about 17 years ago!  We think Corey was trying to convince Colin to do something with him   (probably something naughty!).  They had popsicles, as they usually did,  after a swim in the pool.  Corey always had a way with words, but Colin doesn't look convinced that whatever it is he's telling him is a good idea.

The Cemetery

It had been there forever, like so

many deceased.

Years ago the steps crumbled and

fell in disrepair.

Weeds flourished and the retaining

wall was gone.

Below lay the small oil town,

like the wall, the oil too was gone.

A honeybee stung the

child's leg.

Flowers were quickly placed and

the silent spirits watched,

fearing for their resting place.

Letters flowed in,

was there no one who cared?

Fireworks blazed from the surrounding

earth.

The town clock peeled out the hour

and, like a heavenly choir, the church bells

burst forth a melodious tune.

The memorial parade was in remembrance,

never forget.

Mother

Her hair was like the night,

Long and dark.

When braided it hung past her waist.

Her eyes gleamed and twinkled

like stars that lit up the evening sky.

She was tall and her cheek bones

were pronounced as if carved out

by Rodin.

She was our comforter and always

in command, the willow sticks the

enforcer.

At sunrise her song was heard throughout

her home, humming parts she had forgotten.

They were songs her ancestors carried

from the old country.

Endurance, skill and faith were hers.

She was a free spirit with her

poetry and stories that she wrote

long after others slept.

In time grandchildren filled her lap.

One could smell her coffee before arriving,

freshly brewed and steaming hot.

Her dumplings were incredible

Light and fluffy, desired by all.

In the sunset she left us to accept her

Crown in a higher kingdom.

This is an oil painted from a barn scene in NYS.
This is an oil painting of a Florida beach.

This is an oil painting on tissue paper from a photo.