Each day and night, he honors you,
The love behind each bowl he’d hew.
With wood and hand, his quiet art,
Crafted by love that you impart.
Each curve, each grain, each gentle line,
Speaks of a bond both deep and fine.
For though his words may seldom flow,
His hands reveal what hearts bestow.
Just as he shapes each piece with grace,
You shape the man we all embrace.
The steady calm within his ways,
The kindness that in silence stays.
Each and every day, he celebrates you
The heart of his work, so steady, so true.
Together you create the bowls we see,
Giving shape to love, endlessly.

Dedicated to:
Steve and Nancy Hathaway