Pete grew Hibiscuses and did a bit of painting and at his funeral service they read out ‘How would you paint me?’ by Christy Ann Martine and because of my own involvement with hand built ceramics it got me thinking about a version for sculptors. Here it is with apologies to Christy Ann Martine for appropriating her idea.
How would you sculpt me?
If you were a sculptor, how would you sculpt me?
With seasoned wood smelling of forests and a sinuous grain letting it guide you to where I am?
Would it be ancient rocks full of sea bed fossils to chisel day by day until you have defined our relationship?
Or would it be sensuous clay from out the earth moving as you mould and carve, your hands finding my presence is with you still,
and then take my likeness to the kiln and make permanent that which you have created?
Would it be that you look often fondly upon me in your home,
or perhaps in the garden among the plants and birds, or maybe
I would gather dust in some corner half forgotten?
But as for you, I will hold so very dear
Our precious memories with
Love.
©John Daniels
Waking the Baby 