Closest to my Father

It starts with a picture in my head.
Slowly it forms,
It twists, sometiems changing shape.

Eventually it finds its way
Onto some form of parchment.

Blurred to almost incomprehension,
I figure out the dimensions necessary.

The materials used are most important,
They always have their own story to tell.

I try to put my feelings into what I create,
Hopefully it's recognized for what I intended.

I feel closest to my Father
When I'm creating.