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. Indistinct Useless Flat.

You must watch very closely, because your pot takes shape in a blur.