A Reflection of You
In the work shop of my home one day...
I idly picked up a lump of ordinary clay.
Then, with my fingers, I pressed it still...
And it was fascinating to watch it move and yield
to my will.
I then returned to my work shop after several days
had passed...
And that lump of clay was hard at last.
The shape I gave it it still bore...
And now, its shape I could change no more.
As a parent we take a piece of living clay...
And through our influence we form it day by day.
We mold a life with power and art...
And it starts with a young child's soft and yielding heart.
When we observe when years are gone...
It's that child that we gaze upon
They still that early impress bore...
And we realize that we could not change it, nevermore!
So just remember that that piece of living clay...
Will become a reflection of you someday.
TK<><
Copyright © Tom Kesting | Year Posted 2015
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