The Little Vase
Way back in our childhood days
simple things we’ve made in play –
Molded out of earthly clay
but lasting even to this day
A little vase
built to embrace
a blossom in its special place –
A brilliant rose to show its face
and radiate its gentle grace
And though the rose may fade away
the memories live on to this day –
In simple things we’ve made in play
molded out of earthly clay
way back in our childhood days
and lasting to this day.
NOTES: A number of years ago, my mother asked me to make a painting of a little vase that my younger sister had made out of clay when she was still a child. My mother liked to display the vase with flowers in it; often a single white rose blossom.
Now, I normally do not like to paint in a realistic manner, as I tend to favor the more abstract and conceptual art styles, but I found it hard to say no to my mother’s request, so I painted it.
Recently, I was looking at the painting of the vase, and it inspired me to write the poem, which I dedicated to my mother, for Mother’s Day.
She still likes to display the vase with flowers in it – usually a single rose blossom, to radiate its gentle grace…