MOLDING

The potter took his last pot
Home to his special boy
Whose limbs had lost their function
But the lack of sinew and muscle
Was made up for by his clear wit
And heart full of love.
The boy did not smile when he saw
His new gift.
You got this one home
Because nobody wanted it, it wasn’t
Worth the fare.
The potter sat him down and told him, in words that would echo in his ears for the rest of his life, words that made him the man he was today:
I got this home because it was
Unlike the rest. The grooves and bends
That form its delicate body
Make it smoother to hold and far
More valuable. It does have a weak spot,
I admit, but the extra clay at the very
Base strengthen it, and make it
Indestructible. I could have got
You another pot, the identical ones I
Mold on a daily basis, but nobody
Really wants those, do they? Unique
Pieces- ones that set the tone for a new
Trend, the ones that do not carry
The characteristics which are commonplace- those are the ones that
Are most coveted. It takes rare moments to craft those beautiful unique pots,
And when they’re finished, the ones that didn’t turn out like the others are the ones that carry royal prestige, much like a Monet or Picasso.
What you do with this pot, is for you to decide. You can decorate it or you can fret over small differences in its texture,
It might not stand steady by itself,
But a little water and soil can make it
A base for flowers to nourish and flourish. You get to choose.
He placed his hand on his son’s head,
Gave him a kiss on the forehead
And as he stood up to leave, he smiled
To see his son reach out for the
Paint and brushes.