My Sculptors
1 min readFeb 5, 2024
Their names are engraved indelibly on,
the puzzle pieces of me each one created.
Their stories live on in my memory now,
whether each one is treasured or hated.
Fresh clay was offered up to them freely.
At 63 I feel 36 (in my head) & my body feels 96. Thrice wed, very vocal widow of 13 yrs. & I say & "do what I want" (Cartman). The lion in me never retreats.