Broken Jar

A Poem By paperpoet // 5/9/2011

 

Jagged bits of broken heirloom
Are nestled in the carpet
Buried bits like tired souls
Yearning for a resting place
Shards of Great Grandma’s memory
And her ancestor’s antiquity
Lie broken on the floor
Reduced to a mere nuisance
And the somber possibility of slivers
Picking up the pieces one by one
Taking care to avoid sharp edges
Musing on the fact that
All it takes is one wrong move
For something to fall and break
And being ever reminded that
Families and family treasures
Are often oh so fragile

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