More poems?

Dear friends who patiently muddle through my poetic scratchings, here is one more. (I can't promise it will be the last.)

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Lump of clay
on the Potter's wheel
slick,
slippery,
marred am I.

Gathered again
in the Potter’s hand
patient,
unrelenting,
great is He.

Dainty vase
on the Potter’s sill
lovely, loved,
all can see.

Patient,
unrelenting,
great is He.

Poem shaped scribblings of the non-poet

So, I'm definitely not a poet. This is one assignment that my Creative Writing classmates weren't fond of, but I like it. Please, read with a kind eye, these are my heart-thoughts and mustn't be judged too critically from a literary standpoint! :)

Brittni Lasater

Stair Steps

Blond-haired, blue-eyed stair steps.

My boys.

Eight instants ago,

No, years ago, You honored me

With the title Mom

And I began letting go.

These moments are

Sacred,

Precious,

Few.

I’m afraid I’ll regret

The things that I did

Or didn’t do

When it’s too late

To change them.

Can’t I hold them

Just a little longer?

Instead, like sugary, white sand,

Through my outstretched fingers

Pour.

When today is done, is it lost

Forever?

Living only in my

Flawed memory

Like diamonds flung into a void?

You who number my days,

Do You keep a holy record?

Holding each moment past

Like tiny beads, precious.

Ancient of Days,

Guard my every moment.

For one day

I’ll turn around

And they’ll

Be gone.