Two Sculptors (Poem) - Teachers and Parents Working Together

  • Two Sculptors

    I dreamed I saw a studio and watched two sculptors there.

    The clay they used was a child's mind

    and they fashioned it with care.

    One was a teacher- the tools she used

    were books, music, and art.

    The other, a parent, worked with a guiding hand,

    and a gentle, loving heart.

    Day after day, the teacher toiled with a touch

    that was careful, deft, and sure.

    While the parent labored by her side

    and polished and smoothed it o'er

    And when at last, their task was done,

    They were proud of what they had wrought

    for the things they molded into the child

    could neither be sold nor bought.

    And each agreed they would have failed

    if either had worked alone.

    For behind the parent stood the school

    and behind the teacher, the home.