by Shirley Ann Newman
(New York, NY)
The shell from whence I came long gone,now emerging several decibels later, I still say farewell unscathed.For painting scenes from life,I've had the inside on creativity,having known unselfish love.Like a still life painting,a mother's love still is.
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