PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

As we’re deciding what to keep and what to let go of for our move

which will be happening soon

we ran across some old books I made… filled with with my hand-drawn cartoons…

There was a time when I was younger…

I felt by the art gods I was was kissed…

When I thought about leaving my teaching job behind

and becoming…a cartoonist.

So on our family vacations each summer…late hours I would keep…

drawing cartoons recreating our day’s activities… 

after our children were fast asleep…

Our family thought those cartoons were silly, funny and unique.

We laughed a little at the humor I created…

and much more at my unusual cartooning technique..

It seems that not only was there no perspective in my drawings…

which caused us all to scoff…

but looking at all my drawings…my proportions were way off.

Heads and feet were too big…arms were too long… 

and I still don’t understand…

the correct way to draw faces, shoulders, fingers, legs or hands.

The funny thing is in the 10 years I drew cartoons…

no matter what the circumstance….

because my perspective and proportions never improved…

my artistic ability never advanced.

But perusing through these old cartoons…

still caused Deborah and I to laugh and cry with ease…

for as bad as my cartoons were…they brought back a host of memories.

Memories of times long ago..when our family was together 

and all the world seemed right…

when we’d play as a family during the day

and I’d draw my cartoons at night.

These home-made albums held treasures from a fun-filled wonderful past…

and reminded us of times we spent together…that were over much too fast.

But there’s something in these old cartoons…

a feeling in these pages that still enthralls…

Which means these old cartoon books I drew back then

are moving with us

big heads, big hands…and all.