Portait Of Judith

Slowly I take my pencil and draw
the first lines of her sweet face
Little by little, she begins to take form
I sketch in her eyes, and they now speak to me

I begin to talk with her as I work
"There you are, Judith"
She is becoming real to me
Nearly alive again, but forever still

For I cannot recreate her soul
I must get this one just right
Her Mother awaits to see her again
The child she has not seen since the day

that death cruelly took her away
I take my time to create her portrait
Unsure if my efforts will cause
pain, or bring comfort to the mother

who still grieves