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"The Gathering" Story:
This painted poem is about “Family like a brush, a canvas, an art.” I guess that was something I finally came to understand as a grew older. For a kid who grew up without a traditional family structure it is not an easy road discovering what that word, “Family” actually means.
For some it’s a blessing and for others a curse, or so it seems. Yet, it is the fundamental building block of a culture, a society, of the human experience. Understanding that finally, I could see it deserves a place in any art collection. Family is indeed what the poem says, “… a canvas an art.” And this painting is my salute to the masters of that art form, namely the good mothers and fathers in this world.
The Poet's Words

In the garden of colors Whispering blues to gold Go travelers in Time Their stories untold
A mother - a river Of turquoise flames A child' of the stars With a new name
Child clutching A basket of dreams Floating thru time On magical streams
A father's face - carved Shadows and lines Searching horizons For the Divine
No! not bodies but mirrors Reflecting Images of love
Minds touching Taking flight A gathering of souls In the Light
Family like a brush a canvas, an art
A game, a life one eternal heart
E. Laurence Bake

