As clay you shaped me, formed me by hand
Since there is no mold in which I'd ever fit.
You rounded my edges, shaved away the sharp,
Not too gentle, but effective, I'll admit.
And even though you're gone now, your work has left it's mark.
I am grateful for your handywork on me.
For I would never have been able to form myself this way,
So I thank you for what in the mirror I see.