Mara McWilliams


Clay Child


She is molded by those who made her.
Like a clay model,
manipulated and shaped by larged unyielding hands.
the project takes years to complete.
When it is done and her life begins to unfold before her,
a small child in a woman's body is found begging to be loved.
I embrace this child.
Tightly hugging her spirit.
Whispering lullabies into her ear,
she is calmed.
Once damaged,
now loved,
she will recover.

By Mara McWilliams

Please note:
These original poems are all copyrighted and may not be used without the explicit permission of the author.

© 2006 Mara McWilliams, All Rights Reserved