Studio

Old Paint
"My paintings are my children."
Fool!
An artist with no babies.
She'd surely sell
if the price was met.
How glib to deign
my life's loves
equal only to her painted panels.
It's true, my part in them
is uninspired:
Brute work like stretching canvas.
Masterworks of their own volition,
they move,
followed by my eye with hot delight.