Portraits of others can be a bit tricky.
When I do my friends, can get a bit sticky.
When I do my family, it makes me weepy.
But hung in their houses, I fear they find creepy.
That’s why I stick with me and with dogs…
with brush or pencil and also in blogs.
They hang in my house like a visual eulogy…
dogs that have passed or a self re-new-logy.
Expectations of outcome do get in the way.
Of attempting a likeness on any given day.