Made me a tear

Speaking of crafted, if you have ever been to Italy and perhaps wandered along the small streets of, for instance, Lucca, there you will see the craftsmen in their long narrow shops, their work tools all around them decoratively on the walls, in the electric lights creating their hand crafted stucco picture frames, furniture, whatever it is they do. In Carrara their marble sculptures with the details like that of the tear, is so perfectly cut that it looks real. Yes those craftsmen of the past, where the family members follow their forefathers, have developed such prowess of craftsmanship that we are in awe of its quality; and in the same way that culinary craft of making food taste delicious, renewed, yet practised by the same continuation of traditional methods of cooking, they are masters of the art in Italy, but also in other parts of the world. Our craft of poetry also has its traditions and the passing on of our expressions in writing are worthy of repetition albeit in other themes. Not comparing myself to any such, and yet if I do manage to write a verse that has the 'scent' of my own forefathers then I am happy indeed. We owe much to them, even in our rebellion against their fuddy duddy old fashioned ideas!!!! I think so, and if here I have made something of worth to you Lonnie, then I thank them for paving the way. Thank you too for your kind comment, love Ann of Norway. P.S. Another, this time a row of tears, one sees in Roman Catholic statues of Madonna's their tears depicted as a string of beads, so poignant and powerful a metaphor- the rosary.