This poem tells the story of the poet's great-great-grandmother, a devotee of the arts who had little time to paint due to having eight children. It describes a moment when she was forced to sketch a scene from a distance of her son drifting toward a waterfall while her daughter tried to save him with a walking stick. Though unable to help, she captured the moment with her artistic eye. The poet requests that the coming year bring her the strength and composure of her great-great-grandmother as depicted in this family anecdote and sketch that has been passed down through generations.