Family Still Life

The objects of their history

Through life and pains

and memories

Lies upon the table

For the artist’s steady gaze

To draw from

In the end they would hope to be a masterpiece

Etched with every line

Filled every anguish through the bad times

And joy from the good times

But there would be a missing remnant

For no one and nothing

Could fill the gaps in their hearts

From missing the patriarch,

Their father.