He finished it on The Day her cancer was discovered? Wow. What a doozy, Megan. This is a beautiful story of the hard truth. I’m so glad your husband talked sense into you and you kept the paining! And honestly, the picture you sent me of the painting—it’s the only Kinkade I’ve seen that I like. He was a talented artist and I love the glory your mother saw in it.
There are so many layers in this story. Thanks for sharing.
Megan, what a sweet and inspiring story. Beautiful art does have a way of speaking to us, agreed... and what a gift to have a painting that reminds you of your mother. And that letter!
If we left the remarkable creativity that points to God out of our life simply because of the artist (or writer) and his various demons, we would be missing a great deal. (Coleridge and Cowper come to mind.)
I loved the story you told before the poem, though oh my, to lose a mother so young. But to know that it was art that captivated her mind in her sorrow — how inspiring!🎨
He finished it on The Day her cancer was discovered? Wow. What a doozy, Megan. This is a beautiful story of the hard truth. I’m so glad your husband talked sense into you and you kept the paining! And honestly, the picture you sent me of the painting—it’s the only Kinkade I’ve seen that I like. He was a talented artist and I love the glory your mother saw in it.
There are so many layers in this story. Thanks for sharing.
My husband has saved me from many a foolish decision.
This is a stunning, complicated story so well-told. Thank you, Megan.
"because they place me with her" is a line (and reasoning for writing) I hope to think about forever (at least, every time I sit down to write).
Megan, what a sweet and inspiring story. Beautiful art does have a way of speaking to us, agreed... and what a gift to have a painting that reminds you of your mother. And that letter!
If we left the remarkable creativity that points to God out of our life simply because of the artist (or writer) and his various demons, we would be missing a great deal. (Coleridge and Cowper come to mind.)
"Every good gift comes from above..."
I loved the story you told before the poem, though oh my, to lose a mother so young. But to know that it was art that captivated her mind in her sorrow — how inspiring!🎨
Wow what a story. One of the things I love about art is how it can entangle itself into our lives and become something more.
I'm curious why you didn't share an image of the painting.
I was going to, then changed my mind. Because it's not some unknown artist. The man's work was in malls.
So much of this telling leave a lump in the throat. I'm so glad you have this body of poems, and of course the painting, to keep her near, Megan.
"Thanks be to God" - indeed, Megan! I'm so glad you dare to share your poetry with the world - you bring us all such beauty and hope:):)