The crowd has gone, I'm all alone, but my companions are still around.
The smiling photos, my paintings and flowers, my room they do surround.
The walls adorned by my paintings of late, to remind me of my passion,
and the flowers have filled my room with perfume, giving out their warmth and compassion.
The day was spent with those I love who gave all the love they could;
and I was left to regain my strength, from a love that was warm and good.
I lie here patiently biding my time, but the urge gets so much greater,
when I need so much to paint my thoughts, the gift of my Creator.
I know in time I'll get my chance to paint and write my story;
when I will put my gift to use, and do so in His Glory.
P. Coracas (C)
8.7.1998