A Poem dedicated to every passionate art kid. My artistic friends, no matter what someone says, keep drawing, (or sculpting, or painting).

She’s Still Drawing

She's still drawing,

Her pencil feverishly moved across the page,

Her hand reached for the eraser across the table,

She froze,

What was she thinking about?

Then she started erasing a part of the page,

And grabbed her pencil and began drawing broad lines again

I didn’t say a word,

Wouldn’t want her to lose her focus on the drawing,

That she was so passionate about

She looked like nothing really bothered her, except that picture,

I glanced over to see what she was drawing

She let out a sigh,

“No, this is not it,” she said,

She started erasing again

She started drawing again

Minutes later, she stopped and placed her pencil down,

“it’s done” she said,

She held it up to show me,

I thought it was spectacular,

Because I can’t draw like that

She told me this was the last drawing she was going to turn in

before college,

She told me she was going to art school,

Even though her parents didn’t approve.

Her parents wanted her to follow in their footsteps,

She wanted to follow her passion,

She wanted to show that she will plant her own footsteps,

If only her parents saw how she took so much time to draw and effort she put into it,

Maybe then they would approve,

Maybe then they would realize,

That she kept drawing

I don’t see her anymore,

I don’t see her drawings either,

I barely speak to her since she went to art school,

But I hope she’s still feverishly drawing,

I hope she’s still drawing.