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Painting Still
In memory of Pat Diemer
Pat was a dear friend with a ready laugh
You quickly knew when he was near
For his frequent "HA!" would soon be heard
And he never was seen without his smile in place
Pat was an artist gifted and peerless
Creating masterpieces that left us breathless
With pencil or brush in hand, he ruled the canvass
Though fame eluded him, fame is the lesser for it
Pat was burdened - though most never knew . . .
He created his art while blind in one eye
And while his hearty laugh lightened our lives
His own damaged heart had shattered his world
For fifteen years Pat steadfastly endured
Fifteen years and his brush never blurred
Fifteen years and his happy laugh never dimmed
Until at last his heart had nothing left to give
Those last few weeks, Pat painted a peaceful smile
Upon the canvass of his own taut face
Then with friends at his side, Pat breathed his last
Death entered in and brought with it . . . peace
No longer burdened by his weakened heart
Pat soared heavenward and surely
Looked down to shower one final smile
Upon those he, for once, had left behind
And I have no doubt that
With perfected sight and healthy heart
Pat, in the beauty of Paradise,
Is painting still . . .
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