Art of Deception - refer acrylic on cardboard artwork

poem by: Raychill Ellisonwonderland
Written on Feb 08, 2017

People may glance at this and might think of polka dots, favourite colours or lolly pops.  
Most won't recognise it, only a few will be familiar with it, even less will really feel it.
This is a secret public confession, a plea for help.
I need to be a better mother to my daughter.  NO, there is nothing wrong with her she just has cerebral palsy, epilepsy, learning difficulties and is wheelchair bound.
Even when I try my hardest, I feel I fail her. She deserves so much more. 
She says there is nothing wrong with me.  I think there is.  That is the problem.
It is not black, nor is it white.  It is the art of deception.

 

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Geoffrey Brewer commented:
I see writing in Braille, but can't translate it. Your words in the poem are heart wrenching. I suspect you are being too hard on yourself. With no similar experience of my own, I am not qualified to give any words of advice. I would only say that we may not know how others feel. Disabilities in others seem to us intolerable, and yet they sometimes are tolerated and accepted. Perhaps your daughter is correct in saying there is nothng wrong with you, at least from her point of view.
Raychill Ellisonwonderland commented:
Hello, Geoffrey. Thank you for your sentiments. I very much appreciate your comments. You are right, the painting is braille; It is my poem as above. It is the perfect way for me to publicly state how I feel. I have hung the painting in my room as a reminder. When my family visit, which is rarely, they see the painting and don't know what they are truly looking at, much like they see me and my daughter, and don't really know us. Hence, the Art of Deception,
Geoffrey Brewer commented:
Thank you for sharing that with me. Very best wishes to you and your daughter.
Cecilia Crasto commented on Nov 06, 2017 at 6:25am
A very moving poem, it would have taken courage to write about the difficulties that confront any parent who has to witness the suffering of a child, and feel completely helpless, can't begin to imagine how I would have coped if I was in a similar situation. Children have the amazing ability to accept their lot in life and could teach us a thing or two. I hope you and your beautiful daughter are getting the all the help and support you need and I wish you all the very best in the future.

 

 

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