who is he...
sitting in a dark room
his eyes, the most important tool
looking, seeing, finding
her needles passed from one knitter to the next
brittle and tinged with rust,
if she could only know
...and who am I?
just for today, I am a painter
covering myself in splattered white
wanting to make a little girl happy with new walls
and pretty pink accents yet to come.
I really found this week's assignment challenging, but so rewarding!