My Art's meaning to Me ( a poem)

One day in 2003, I quietly watching the public pass a collection of my art. When I got home I wrote this.

 

                             Hearing a child squeal with delight,

                             Seeing a street woman giggle,

                             Observing a businessman stifle a smile,

                             Watching a parent teach an animal's name,

                             This is my joy - this is my aim.