A statue that a statue maker never finished
stood in the corner of a workshop room
and began to smile every day.
She watched the statue maker begin her
work in clay and then shape the finished stone.
at night she watched the other statues play.
Now this model had been created with a feeling
That just wouldn’t go away,
and though she never seemed to grow
something seemed to change…
It was in a burst of enthusiasm,
the sculptor brought her to the sandbox and lay
her down gently, so that she looked the other way
and she was completed so quickly that before
she had anything to say, she was done.
And some questions went away and she looked
around with certainty, she knew she’d come of age.
This statue who now stretched her arms to the side
as her hair tumbled down in a cascade,
looked straight at her maker with both eyes wide
and saw in whose image she was made.
She filled with a pride that nearly cracked through her sides
and with a look that was reflected in her gaze
The sculptor held her high and began to smile
but for a moment the smile went away.
They saw into each other’s eyes
And said, “I could love you.”