The Greatest Artist of All Time

Can you imagine a hand

Capable of so delicate a stroke

Even Renoir would tremble

Contemplating his relative courseness?

Can you imagine a mind

So ripe with creativity

Even Dali would weep

Haunted by the dullness of his thoughts?

Can you imagine a heart

So full of vibrant passion

Even Picasso would sigh

Exasperated by emptiness?

She paints in red

Lifeblood is her pigment

She draws circles that go on and on

Connecting generations and fulfilling prophecies

Written long ago in the hearts of hopeful ancestors.

She sculpts the future

With fingers nimble and patient

Creating crevasses and molding features

And the art will fast forget who made it

But she will remember every touch.

She tentatively sketches

An outline of humanity

And with ingenuity and will

She conjures a miracle of personhood

Creating life from nothing.

All the great virtuosos of history

Shake in existential trepidation

Cowering before the greatest artist of all time.

Her name is mother

And she made all of us.