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My child
I picked up my paintbrush
to capture your face,
pretty eyes, rosebud lips
and a smile to melt ice
and catch the sun.
But were your eyes small
and your hair dull,
if smiles were teardrops
that wiped out the sun
you would still hold my love
for between the paintbrush
and the canvass
there is your gentle soul.
poem
by
Ruth Walters
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