[harley]

dedicated to gayle kirby

Texas sun shines through the artist’s window
showcasing her work in precise detail.
Flowers of majesty envelope each room
While musicians beckon imagination
To hear them play the blues.
Tinkerbell conducts her symphony
Knowing the importance of its balance.

The days are passing by quickly
The artist realizes the importance of time
As her role has changed to that of caregiver.
Her studio is often empty now
Its hold on her has been replaced
With the commitment known only through
The depths found in the purest love.

In the quiet moments she paints.
Faces that share the pain of parkinson’s disease
Await her blunt paintbrush to bring them life.
She wants to show the world a reality
That is too deep for simple colors definition.
Each hue is withdrawn from the heart.
The disease then becomes personal.

I look at my portrait with awe
The artist has found my inner soul
Staring back at me through my own eyes,
I can see her gift of sacrifice.
Her struggles are one with mine
yet her strength and commitment
become my ground to stand upon.
Thank you gayle.

[gaykir]

Thanks Laura- we did have fun didn't we?! I finally managed to get some parkie portraits into a members gallery in this forum.

Will add to it as I go along...

http://neurotalk.psychcentral.com/ph....php?c=2&u=171

[harley]

i had a blast! ready to come back. let me know when your up to handling me again.. lol. next time i will bring mud boots.. thanks again tink.

[gaykir]

Mudd boots?? Next time bring some valium for me!! These folks didn't see that dyskentic soul tromping down the cliff to the creek! I was trying to figure out what on earth I was going to do when you fell in! Then here you come back - cane and all - with your pockets stuffed with rocks! Oh my I am laughing just thinking about it - you should have been a geologist! How much did you have to pay for the excess weight in your suitcase?! We didn't tell them about our second day together!