Of course, the love we have
for the art of men,
Causes such an appreciation close to sin.
Its all about our dipping into a rich rent,
For years the women of little means hung a print.
They needed no reason to like the color,
The theme of child, animal, floral, or lover.
Only as time brought an understanding,
Woman, a mother, a house keeper, a wife,
An artist too, for added toil and meaning to life.
For what every reason they equally were gifted,
To leave their record for humanity to be lifted.
Often their portraits had more of a knowledge,
Of other women they painted for patronage.
It was easier to see the emotions of the subject,
Or even to reach out and touch painted object.