My fathers flower pot

Mon, 09/12/2016 - 13:40 -- chris14

A flower pot ever so unique and beautiful to show its value

Belonged to two crossed lovers

It was not too long

Thin

Short

Or wide

It was just right, careful precision; careful planning attention and sight.

It brought financial benefits to a recovery,

This was a profitable discovery.

Gold and luminous

Far from sot

My father’s flower pots

 

In the morning there were household designs.

At night it became a custom,

Molding

Cutting

Trimming

Painting

Red

White

Black

Green

Yellow

And shaping

In with old machines, out came something new

A hobby full of inspiration

Passion and love through condensation

My father’s flower pot

 

What came out of the crafts maker was him.

What was him was with him.

What was shown represented him not a limb.

A family,

Creativity and art,

My father’s flower pot.

This poem is about: 
My family
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