Clio Gerbes

Life

The past is behind us

It’s part of our lives

It molds us and shapes us

Into whom we are

Like potters’ clay

In warm wet hands

Highs and lows

Come and go

The future before us

May our children know!

We’ve hugged them

And loved them

Mistakes

Ups and downs

And may the knowledge we’ve learned in the present

Forever through them

Abound.