The Pastel Scarf Painting by Alys Caviness-Gober

The Pastel Scarf

by Alys Caviness-Gober

Canvas Print

$53

Framed Print

$78

Art Print

$27

Poster

$27

Metal Print

$76

Acrylic Print

$84

Wood Print

$56

Tapestry

$39

Throw Pillow

$24

Fleece Blanket

$46

Duvet Cover

$98

Shower Curtain

$68

Bath Towel

$33

Ornament

$9.50

Jigsaw Puzzle

$38

Tote Bag

$23

Weekender Tote Bag

$43

Zip Pouch

$22

Portable Battery Charger

$47

Yoga Mat

$60

Greeting Card

$4.95

Spiral Notebook

$15

Sticker

$3.50

iPhone Case

$26

Beach Towel

$33

Round Beach Towel

$70

Weekender Tote Bag

$43

Coffee Mug

$13

Men's Clothing

$25

Women's Clothing

$25

Youth Clothing

$21

Toddler Clothing

$19

Baby Clothing

$23

Original - Sold

Price

$200

Dimensions

11.000 x 14.000 inches

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Title

The Pastel Scarf

Artist

Alys Caviness-Gober

Medium

Painting - Acrylic

Description

The Pastel Scarf

She saved her money ~
pin money, they called it then;
now, they don't even say
pocket money anymore,
but it was what I'd call spare change,
pennies, nickels, and dimes,
quarters and the occasional
one dollar bill,
all saved over a long gray Winter,
stashed in an old candy tin,
waiting patiently
to purchase a small luxury
to welcome Spring,
she wanted something bright to wear,
maybe around Easter time,
something worth every penny.

She found it, the perfect scarf,
at the ladies' counter at Meyer & Franks,
swirling softly
among the crisp white gloves
and thick leather handbags;
the raggedly abstract pastel colors
dancing on the translucent white silk
looked to her like flowers and butterflies,
and the drifting ends made her smile
as she whirled it around her crown
of strawberry hair;
it was worth every penny.

She gave it to her daughter,
on a warm Summer birthday,
a hand-me-down gift,
a remembrance of child's play ~
her daughter traipsing about the house
trailing the silken scarf,
playing dress up ~
the scarf now a little worn,
now a little faded,
its translucent white now a bit gray
with age, like her hair,
and the brightly colored pastels
like flowers and butterflies
now a little softer,
yet her treasured old scarf
still made her smile,
and a tear fell when she saw
the eyes of her daughter light up
when she lifted the silky folds from the tissue,
her own joy of remembering
those childhood moments so clear,
this scarf so cherished;
it was worth every penny.

It lay now across a child's pillow,
the drifting ends
spreading and flowing gently,
wrapped around her small head
as she slept,
her breath a little ragged,
like the abstract pastel colors
that still looked like flowers and butterflies
dancing upon the translucent white silk
like her skin, tinged
with the grayness of illness and treatments;
she alone waged this war within,
she alone withstood stares and whispers,
when her crown of strawberry hair
was lost in this battle;
the day the last lock fell,
her mother gave her
a small tissue-wrapped gift,
a hand-me-down,
a remembrance of child's play ~
traipsing about the house
trailing the silken scarf,
playing dress up ~
now worn
now faded
now softer
and her eyes lit up
as she lifted the silky folds,
of her Grandmother's pastel scarf,
and the flowers and butterflies
danced so proudly,
and still she smiles.

It was worth every penny.

� Alys Caviness-Gober