Thursday, September 16, 2010

A mother's influence

A Mother's influence...

I took a peice of plastic clay
And idly fashioned it one day,
And as my fingers pressed it still,
it moved and yielded to my will.
I came again when days were passed;
The bit of clay was hard at last,
The form I gave it still it bore,
But I could change that form no more!

I touched a peice of living clay
And touched it gently day by day,
And molded it with my power and art
A young childs soft and yielding heart.
I came again when years were gone;
it was a man I looked upon;
That early impress still he wore,
And I could change that form no more.

Anon

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