Oct 2013
That little vase,
that once held those wildflowers,
and was adored by that family,
that once lived there.
Now lays on the floor.
New dust has settled
over the now messed up inside.
The little table is thrown aside,
by the power of the earth.
It stays there forgotten,
by everyone that once knew it,
and now there is a crack
in the vase,
that was deemed unbreakable.
Not too long ago.
that once held those wildflowers,
and was adored by that family,
that once lived there.
Now lays on the floor.
New dust has settled
over the now messed up inside.
The little table is thrown aside,
by the power of the earth.
It stays there forgotten,
by everyone that once knew it,
and now there is a crack
in the vase,
that was deemed unbreakable.
Not too long ago.
Timothy's poem Heirloom reminded me slightly of my poem Unbreakable that I wrote awhile back, and his poem inspired me to write kind of a continuation of my poem. :)
