This moment in time is brief, it will pass;for time has a way of slipping by fast.Yet as I ponder my list of things to do,I wonder how I’m going to make it through.The living room is cluttered…
A gift from the Master Potter – a mother’s hands hold – a tiny lump of clay, which she’s to teach, to train, to mold. Responsibility weighs heavy as she sits before the wheel. Her task – to…