You and I
Have so much love
That it
Burns like a fire,
In which we bake a lump of clay
Molded into a figure of you
And a figure of me.
Then we take both of them,
And break them into pieces,
And mix the pieces with water,
And mold again a figure of you,
And a figure of me.
I am in your clay.
You are in my clay.
In life we share a single quilt.
In death we will share one bed.
2 Comments
nice
i like it
terri 2009-08-04
Great Poem
This says it all My Mother makes Quilts and my Mother in law makes Pottery. Thank you for sharing this with everyone.
Dawn L 2007-05-02
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