Lazy Bones                                                                                    

 

 
  Sometimes when I have been writing for a long time, I suddenly realize the house is absolutely still.  I tiptoe into the next room to find my parents in the blessed realm of sleep.  I don't want to wake them--my children.  I study their faces and my heart is full to bursting with love for the way Mother's reading glasses are still perched on her nose, and how my Father's lion-like head has come to rest on his shoulders.

  I draw them here extra long because they look some how lazier this way.

Belle Yang, Belle Yang, Belle Yang

 


 

18" x 24"