Maudie

She struggled, but loved and lived in a small house with bare necessities of life.

Away from external stress, free from unnecessary strife.

Artistic expression was her joy, colors, her catalyst for gush.

Walls, the door, and small cards, she painted all with strokes of her brush.

Art is a natural inherent therapy, forget it not.

Those who get consumed can correlate, for it cannot be taught.