Teamwork

I dreamed that I stood in a studio,
Observing two craftsmen there;
The clay they worked was a young child's mind,
and they fashioned it with care.

One was a teacher using the tools
of books and Music and Art,
The other a parent whose hand was moved
by a gentle loving heart.

Day by day the teacher toiled,
patiently trained and skilled
And the parent helped the emerging piece
cause a dream to be fulfilled.

For when at last their task was done
they were proud of what they had wrought,
Since the things they had moulded into the child,
could neither be sold or bought.

And both agreed that they would have failed
if they had sought to work alone,
For behind the parent stood the school
and behind the teacher, the home.