When I saw her
Long, slender fingers
Press and mold the
Clay,
I returned to those
Early years
When small fingers
Drew and painted
And formed play dough
Into many shapes and forms.
Now she teaches art to eager students,
The same set of fingers
Move over lesson plans,
And give examples
Of artistic possibilities
And outcomes.
The art started in the nursery,
And continues
In the classroom,
Nearly four decades later.
(A poem written for my daughter, Sarah, after a recent visit.)
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