Jodi Hills

So this is who I am – a writer that paints, a painter that writes…

…and so she would dance.


...and so she would dance.

It was just yesterday when she felt the breezes from Lakeside Ballroom,
dreamed of Frank Sinatra,
gave her heart,
smelled the youth of her children,
broke her heart,
and trusted her heart again…
It was just today when the wind brushed her skirt,
she hoped and twirled like a little girl.

(This is the short version of my mom’s story. Some will wear their heart on their sleeve, I painted hers on her jacket.)

Author: jodihills

I am an author and an artist, originally from the US, now living, loving and creating in the south of France. I show my fine art throught the US and Europe, and sell my books, art and images throughout the world.

2 thoughts on “…and so she would dance.

  1. I am glad that I only have part of my makeup on cuz these tears of tenderness are making tracks down my cheeks. That’s very touching May this world keep spinning with beautiful memories


  2. You deserve a lifetime of tenderness!

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