i found it!
Sharing grapes in a car on the way to ithaca one day she began her artistic influence on me. I used to spend a few days at her house and we’d paint together with her watercolors. As I got older, the visits were less and less because of summercamps and new jobs. But I owe so much to her. She gave me my first journal, which started out as writing down which boy I had a crush on to the first poem I ever wrote. I am now on my fourth journal since she gave the first one to me in 1997. I really wanted to write a poem for her, and this is what I came up with.
A swirl of green appeared in the jar
Ad her paintbrush touched the surface of the water
I watched her hands, elegant and long
Carefully sweep across blank white
Gracefully a snowdrop appeared
Clumsily I drew cherries
As words flew by our lips
These days of summer
Scented like her garden
Tasting like a two egg omelet
we spit one morning
And stained in my memory
Shell be here
And her influences
Will whisper inspiration
To all of us
A swirl of green appeared in the jar
Ad her paintbrush touched the surface of the water
I watched her hands, elegant and long
Carefully sweep across blank white
Gracefully a snowdrop appeared
Clumsily I drew cherries
As words flew by our lips
These days of summer
Scented like her garden
Tasting like a two egg omelet
we spit one morning
And stained in my memory
Shell be here
And her influences
Will whisper inspiration
To all of us