Parent’s Wheel

In proper proportions of water and clay,
And merciful motions of formative play,
Expel the rebellious pockets of air
Resistant to fashioning fingers that care;

Position it all at the center, precise,
The center of pulsating goodness and vice,
And tend to this child with a nurture so warm
That molds it to beauty and perfected form;

As perfect as whatever may be the norm.

Inspired by a verbal exchange between my wife and this prolific craftswoman.

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