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Parent as Potter


Laser Print on Gloss Paper

14 x 11 inches 


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.

Parent As Potter (Print)

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