I remember the pale glaze on the one
we gave to
Dick Foth.
I remember the one we sold to the owner of
Country
Fair.
I remember the cross he made for Urbana Assembly
in the
seventies.
But there are hundreds that I don't recall:
All the pots we sold that time in Decatur
when we
didn't sit down all weekend.
That raku pot that Jamie bought—
I
don't remember that one very well,
though
I could visit it.
The two that the sculpture professor bought—
I hope
they are still in the special places
he
bought them for.
You remember all your creations, Papa
And
you don't sell any of them.