Wednesday, January 25, 2012

A poem by Una

On Your Own
A girl plays softly on the piano
Nobody’s around
And everybody’s out of harm
The light shines on to the painting
As you look at it and stare
The painting makes you feel calm
The sunlight shines in the painting
You can almost see it move
As you look at her
She’s concentrating
She doesn’t know she’s being painted
She plays as the birds fly around

1 comment:

  1. What a beautiful poem. I love the line "She's concentrating/She doesn't know she's being painted". So glad your mum shared.