Looking for that special bowl

I'm looking for that special bowl that she 

carefully spun on a potter's wheel, the one she 

described as "Dinner set with green chun lip",

I looked for a set of four

Isn't that what a dinner set is, or it is six,

It was one, a dinner for one seems so lonely,

nestled amongst handle-less mugs, extravagantly

elegant pitchers and pudgy objects that only

a mother would love.

I loved all those hand formed pieces she brought

me from kindergarten, and the handprint still pressed

into the cement on 13th Street marked "Karen".

these are the objects that endure alongside

my steadfast love for the girl that made

the pudgy pots and smeared posters,

I still have them all.