With gentle fingers she molded the clay
Every line etched in was deliberate
Two eyes, a nose, a mouth
A face slowly began to form.
A warm smile, a youthful glow
Her creation was complete
She sent it off into the world,
Free to love and learn
The little person lived a great life
Yet something was never right
The nose, the eyes, the arms
An issue would be found
She heard the clay’s prayers to her
“Why did you make me this way?”
Golden streams fell from the goddess
Her creations never loved her back
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 3:03 AM UTC
With gentle fingers she molded the clay
Every line etched in was deliberate
Two eyes, a nose, a mouth
A face slowly began to form.
A warm smile, a youthful glow
Her creation was complete
She sent it off into the world,
Free to love and learn
The little person lived a great life
Yet something was never right
The nose, the eyes, the arms
An issue would be found
She heard the clay’s prayers to her
“Why did you make me this way?”
Golden streams fell from the goddess
Her creations never loved her back
