When my daughter was in elementary school, it was pert near impossible to get her up and on her way.
After one particularly challenging morning, I wrote her a poem:
What a bummer
How much longer til it’s summer?
So up I got and off I went
Cuz summer won’t come until the school year’s spent.
Funny thing about poems. Here it is, 20 years later and she and I both remember it.
As soon as I finished this painting, I knew her story was in that poem!
Just for the fun of it, here are some of the process pics of her.