My youngest has my eye

My youngest has my eye
[& my eldest too]/ Colour
& tightened perspectives
meet me in their artistry/
My father noted in upper
case – he would circle ink
to Da Vinci rounds & he’d
not convert canvases – or
pages – to colouring – his
was by naval architecture
[no hue] – I shaded – as if
there were no greys [I will
teach our middle child to
cross-hatch – revenants –
so inheritances lie intact]


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