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Watercollor on Paper, Laser Print on Tissue

16" x 18"  


Poem Text: 

Parent as Potter


A parent’s hands,

as if cupped in prayer,

must hold spinning clay

with just the right touch.


Too tightly,

and clay fountains

            over the hands

                        to escape the pressure.


Too loosely,

and  the  clay becomes   a    shapeless       blob.





You must watch   very closely,

      because your pot  takes shape

   in a blur.


Prices are negotiable on original art. 

Parent As Potter

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