My mother is an artist
We walk through galleries
I look and walk
She looks and stays
Reading descriptions
Saying basic things
For all my life she has done this
Looking and staying
When I have an issue
She does this
Observing from the outside
"Wow" she'll say
Along with something about how it's made
She has always done this with me
But I lack her patience
Her ability to move slowly
Appreciating things
I want to be fast
See something and move
But not her
