School and Home

I dreamt I stood in a studio,

and watched two sculptors there.

The clay they used was a young child's mind,

and they fashioned it with care.

One was a teacher,

whose tools were books, music and art.

One was a parent whose guiding hand,

was steered by a loving heart.

Day after day, the teacher toiled,

Moulding so deft and sure.

While the parent laboured by their side,

And polished and smoothed it o'er.

And when at last their work was done,

they were proud of what they had wrought.

For the things they had worked into the child,

could neither be sold nor bought.

And each agreed they would have failed,

if they had worked alone.

For behind the parent stood the school,

and behind the school, the home.

~ Author unknown ~