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Methods and Madness

Sometimes I paint fast and loose

Other times quite controlled

The subject decides the method

But each work has the same goal:

A painting that is successful

And beautiful to behold!


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Saturday, February 20, 2010

Grandma BB and Sophie

Sophia Shelley Brown

A Puzzlement

I wonder how so small yet intricate

This new-born girl so petite, delicate

Could steal our hearts completely away

With her first entrance

Into our arms this day.

we gaze upon her, oh so tender

To her our lives we do surrender.

So this is what they call selfless love

Sent down to us from heaven above.


Sunflower Girl

Thank you, Sophie, my sunflower girl

For doing your part

As each day that you visit

You bring a bit of summertime back into my heart


The “Sophie Mobile”

Sophie’s got a new red car

That’s gonna take her near and far

It’s plush and bright

For her, just right

A “Sophie Mobile”

With purple wheels

It’s fully loaded

A dashboard that’s bloated!

With air bags and belt

Both made of felt

A seat the size

Of Sophie inside

With a rearview mirror

So she can see clearer

To check her hair

(She’s a diva, let’s be fair!)

There’s a key for the ignition

Where she goes is her decision..

For tunes, she’s got a radio,

A horn that blows

A trunk to stow

(I guess that’s now

Where I will go!)

And one thing more

inside the door,

It has a little space

The perfect storage place

That’s baby bottle shaped

Where it now sits

For her to sip.


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