The Last Gallery

By Katje Kaase

Frame her on the stairs

A lady with no shoes

Holding on

She was a work of art

Like her vivid colors,

dreams and beauty

She is now what she painted,

Confined forever in my mind

She would climb upwards

To her last goodbye,

Leaving her treasures behind

Like lost shoes

and lost time

But her vibrant visions

Were imprinted on the steps

and in my heart

February, 2017