Twas a girl with a pearl earring
a gift from her father, you see
and happy did it make her
as happy as any motherless daughter can be
She sat for the painting with patience
a young version of her mother, Annalee
and as she looked round at the artist
her mother’s eyes were all he could see
What history failed to tell you
is that the father was the painter, too
and as he painted his canvas
he painted his wife’s brown eyes
instead of his daughter’s blue
Lynn West
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