Partnership between Home and School
I dreamed I stood in a studio
And watched two sculptors there
The clay they used was a young child’s mind
And they fashioned it with care.
One was a teacher; the tools he used
Were books and music and art;
One a parent with a guiding hand,
And a gentle, loving heart.
Day after day the teacher toiled,
With touch that was loving and sure.
While the parent laboured by his side
And polished and smoothed it over.
And when at last their task was done,
They were proud of what they had wrought,
for the things they had moulded into the child could neither be sold or bought.
And each agreed he would have failed
If he had worked alone,
For behind the parent stood the school
And behind the teacher, the home.