Forge Mother

Poem for a blacksmith and sculptor

Blacksmith to anvil
Clanging of steel to a heart's rhythm
Sculptor to stone
Building the soul from rocks
Carver to wood
Shaping the oak to become form

These hands give a soft touch
These hands give life
Fingers carry a gentle feel
Fingers carry meaning

She builds with love
She builds with passion

Life given to her creations
Happiness shaped in her hands
Friendship formed in her hands
With a love that sparkles like a ruby
She builds an unbreakable bond
Forever our Forge Mother