Just a while ago
I carefully placed
my little lump of clay
on the potter’s wheel.
I let it take shape
guided by skilled hands.
For every modest recess,
in the evolving form,
at each tough turn,
I poured in my warmth.
Moulded for that moment
when I hear a praise
about his budding poise.
Eyes well up behind my pride,
as I see him shine today ---
Free. Untarnished.
He basks in his own light.
~ I watched my son’s first Christmas concert at his nursery today and realized,how fast he has grown up ! Its time to untie some more strings…
I carefully placed
my little lump of clay
on the potter’s wheel.
I let it take shape
guided by skilled hands.
For every modest recess,
in the evolving form,
at each tough turn,
I poured in my warmth.
Moulded for that moment
when I hear a praise
about his budding poise.
Eyes well up behind my pride,
as I see him shine today ---
Free. Untarnished.
He basks in his own light.
~ I watched my son’s first Christmas concert at his nursery today and realized,how fast he has grown up ! Its time to untie some more strings…
:)
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Love this poem and enjoyed the updated pics - such cuties all of them. Little "A's" expressions have been captured so well :)
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A cute bunch indeed :) ...I feel like taking all of them home!
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