She wraps the teapot carefully And places it in a box It was all she had left of the dishes, Now smashed and broken on the stone floor. She sweeps the pieces into the dust bin Remembering twilight dinners Where dreams took stardust And left orchids in the night. She pours the shards into the trash Then hears the falling glass Hoping her little girls would never know Broken wedding china. … [Read more...]
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