Artistic Sorrow

As she throws the clay
Knocking firmly into place
She man-handles it violently
Push and Push
Until she brings it in to center
She roughly pulls it up-the pot collapses
With the mere force of her hands filled with tension and stress
She collapses-just like her pot
As only drip-drops of tears are heard
Popping in the water bucket

Babies

My day is filled with giggles
With innocent baby faces looking at me
With eyes so big
They lay and sit on the floor loving the squishy blocks
I take one of them into my arms feeling the heartbeat
I play a game bouncing her up and down
She laughs, hands clapping as she bounces on my knee
My eyes sparkle with joy of being a part of their day