A Painting Still

A PAINTING STILL
On pallet the blend of love begins
But I�ll never bring you back to life
The beautiful face I remember well
Eyes cast down with a rose in hand
A reflecting glass duplicates your dignity
Your complexion too fair for words to express
So I blend and fuss to try it true
Let the color rest as I ponder more
The beautiful niece I miss so much
I defend this act of love
On a canvas that has no life
Your being violated by a man of hate
But your beauty still lingers in our minds
An attempt to fetch your life, I add more tone
The true highlight, detail, and blush
Brighten you for my sister � your Mom
And to your kin, from your uncle with love
I dedicate you, a painting still
D. Glorso