broken china

Oh, broken china.

Cold moon. Bitter winds blow.

An heirloom lays in pieces.

                                           – Tina Hudak

My mother-in-law was so generous with meaningful gifts handed down to my husband and me. Among these are many odds and ends of delicate espresso cups and saucers made in France, Japan, and Belgium. Yet with a careless move, one breaks. It is not only the object but the heart that is shattered.


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