A Child's Soul

Yours or Mine,
Or the child of a friend.
Is given to you,
To fashion or bend.

So handle it gently,
This human clay.
"A Work of a Master,"
They all will say.

Add a little of that,
Take a little of this.
For a sculpture's tool,
Is apt to miss.

Understanding all,
And heart-aches to mend.
Patience unending,
And love without end.

Check it here,
Encourage it there.
Guard it from evil,
Comfort with care.

Reward them for good,
As they strive with a might.
Show them an error,
Point out the right.

Be an example,
And hope for the day.
When firm and upright,
Stands this pliable clay.

Great is the knowledge,
And joy at your goal.
Knowing you molded,
A childs'...own soul.


E.P. 1908 - 1989