Wheel thrown and slab formed porcelain.
Photocopy transfer image of child’s drawing.
Original poem by Jane.
POEM ON VASE
Kids… they’ve picked some flowers just for you,
They’re only weeds but they don’t have a clue.
Some stems are long, some heads are plucked.
You can’t throw them away, you know you’re stuck.
So use this vase for all to view
The innocence and love that’s been handed to you