Potter by trade
she worked the wheel.
Hands wet,
shaping clay –
wishing her life
was as easy to mold.
Photo from Pixabay.com
Potter by trade
she worked the wheel.
Hands wet,
shaping clay –
wishing her life
was as easy to mold.
Photo from Pixabay.com
lillian the home poet 
My mother used to “throw” clay pots.
This picture brought back pleasant memories from my childhood.
Thank you, Lill.
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I love this! Reminds me of my dear friend who passed away earlier this year. She loved her pottery, and struggled with life.
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