ARTHRITIS { Self Portrait }

She stands very tall, very strong,
Her feet planted firmly in the ground.
She could weather any storm,
She did not waver in the strongest wind.

Her beauty was subtle, ever changing,
Like the seasons, with the seasons.
Her arms stretched out to hold up one’s in need,
Her branches leafed out to shade others.

Now she’s old, wrinkled, knotted,
Her limbs are twisted with pain.
Oh Jehovah look, in your eyes she’s still standing,
Hopefully forever to remain.

Author Eileen Clark

Painting Eileen Clark

My Cat Sitting At The Door

I am so sorry I have to say to my sweet cat                                                                             Once again I really didn't mean to do that                                                                                         Left her sitting at the door for how long                                                                                    Her cries and meows just aren't very strong

When I see her sitting there it breaks my heart                                                                                        I must come up with a plan, I need to be smart                                                                                        I'll think like a cat, to me what would she tell                                                                                Said my cat, that's simple, just lower the door bell

Author Eileen Clark 2022

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