Kiva’s Birthday Poem 5/21/18
The curve of the line
From thick to diminished;
That mystical moment
You know that it’s finished;
The artist’s brush,
Or the surgeon’s hand,
Creating, preserving
By Muses’ demand:
From nothing to something,
From broken to whole,
Such joy and such beauty,
Such balm to the soul.
Written just for K.M.
By the QOE
AKA
Nana Marie