by Tan Ning Ci Caitlin, Age 13, Singapore
Artwork by Katie King
My small hands brush over the clay.
Two clay figures
One, left out in the sun too long
The other, warm and limp from the work of my hands.
One stiff as a board – too rigid
One as floppy as a dishrag – too soft
Clumsily, I try to fit them together
They don’t fit.
I shape and reshape them.
Sometimes, you have to bend a little,
Sometimes, you have to harden up,
They fit together now.
Caitlin says, “I am a person who loves to write and to read, and I am always trying to improve the quality of my writing; the phrase constructive criticism is one of my favourites.”