Sketch
Your talent for Observation Amazed me How you would glance At a scene And translate it With quick, confident lines Into a sketch That held form That held meaning Just as One damp afternoon You captured Lady Our beloved greyhound Standing regally As Queen Of the garden she surveyed How I miss her And how I miss you.
Trudi, why do I have a tear running down my face? I admire you, as an artist but more like a daughter or younger sister. Your soul is precious and you have this amazing aura. You were the first person who spoke to me here on Substack. I just want you to know that all your help, support and understanding is truly appreciated. My reason for being on Substack was to read. Although, I have been writing since a child, never was there an intention to do that here. I am so grateful to have met you in the virtual world. Keep that light shining ✨
Oh Trudi! Maybe Lady is, even at this moment, working some magic and granting you your dearest wish. I hope so. Go, Lady! xoxo