Remembering Louise Hall Moser, who died six years ago today:
The paintings that you left unframed
that never brought you much acclaim
in seven decades didn’t earn
a dime for you or widespread fame.
You painted them while Europe burned
soft lit girls seem unconcerned
rendered well on masonite
you made them, then did not return.
After that you set your sights
for twenty thousand days and nights
on golden rules and eat your spinach
we knew your love, and wrong, and right.
The paintings now are worn and blemished
My favorite one is incomplete. I thought it right
to let you to know – Your legacy is not diminished,
but enhanced by things you left unfinished.