Paint
See how the lady dressed in blue
Richly subdued against the sand
Cradles her child in textured folds
Her hands real as the painter's hand.
See how the lady dressed in red
Vivid against his fading life
Comforts her child whose blood congeals
Like paint left on a palate knife.
See how the lady dressed in white
Radiant within her natural state
Welcomes her child whose risen form
Defies the power to create.