This one is actually very personal to me. It's called The Glass Child, and it represents how children with disabilities are ignored by their parents. Occassionally my mother would look in my direction and I could tell that she was looking straight through me, like I was glass, and was really looking at my little brother.
Sorry, this one is long....
And this one is in memory of my grandmother, who died last month. She was a lovely woman who was a can-can dancer and had a fine taste in wine.