The Gift
Made with water, clay and love
While small eyes watched in awe and wonder
Those plates, geometric monuments bearing the initials of their maker.
Gifted to friends and family, one by one they found their homes,
Hung on walls, displayed behind glass or lovingly stored away.
Alas, the years flowed by
The hands that created them now folded, cold and silent
The plates only a memory with none to be seen.
Yet they still exist, even if only in my mind’s eye
Multicolored rainbows sealed in ceramic cast.
Years and space separate loved ones;
Some buried, others hide behind words.
Till the day in a secluded shop,
one found it’s way into my hands and heart.
Clutched to my breast with tears of joy,
Love still visible in vibrant colors
Memories like water and fire etched in my soul like his initials
As I look to the heavens,
Time stops, retreats and speaks;
“I love you my child. Here is your gift.”