I DREAMT I STOOD IN A STUDIO
AND WATCHED TWO SCULPTORS THERE,
THE CLAY THEY USED WAS A CHILD'S MIND
AND THEY FASHIONED IT WITH CARE.
ONE WAS A TEACHER...THE TOOLS SHE USED
WERE BOOKS, MUSIC AND ART.
THE OTHER , A PARENT, WORKED WITH A GUIDING HAND.
AND A GENTLE LOVING HEART.
DAY AFTER DAY THE TEACHER TOILED
WITH TOUCH THAT WAS DEFT AND SURE
WHILE THE PARENT LABORED BY HER SIDE
AND POLISHED AND SMOOTHED IT O'ER.
AND WHEN AT LAST THEIR TASK WAS DONE
THEY WERE PROUD OF WHAT THEY HAD WROUGHT,
FOR THINGS THEY HAD MOLDED INTO THE CHILD
COULD NEITHER BE SOLD NOR BOUGHT.
AND EACH AGREED THEY WOULD HAVE FAILED
IF EACH HAD WORKED ALONE.
FOR BEHIND THE TEACHER STOOD THE SCHOOL
AND BEHIND THE PARENT THE HOME.
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