A MOMENT OF SILENCE
can you imagine??? I think you probably can relate to my friend Elizabeth at the
Little Black Door
Blue & White came crashing down
it made my mind go back in time to those days of broken stuff and a certain day
when I had had just about
I actually threw that cup at the wall and scared the bajeebers out of Charles when I
"if you're going to break it Charles, then surely you can break it better than that!"
(he was 8...he was helping me by unloading the dishwasher...and broke yet...another treasure)
that night, when I looked in on his sweet little guy self, in peaceful sleep...I felt like such a horrible mother...did I actually throw a cup at the wall over his head???
I sat down, full of sorrow and wrote this poem...
The Cup Without a Handle
The picture frame had flowers
The cardinal had a crest
The cup had a handle
The broken trifle dish my best
The topiary had roses
Grown in my garden last year
The sofa was a handsome print
But no one confessed to the tear
The china baby had a head
With a bonnet of crochet lace
One hundred dollars became nothing
Especially without her face
The carpet has only one stain
That’s significantly Orange Crush vomit
The roller blade rut in the kitchen
Has an iron imprint on it
The lapis rabbit had two ears
The dryer stores a dime
The cuckoo clock had two hands
And once kept perfect time
After years of collecting
A passion becomes immense
Yet with baby hands and clumsy feet
It doesn’t make much sense
This year’s vacation film
Is in a camera without a winder
A chair without a leg
Only serves as a reminder
That the trade of a treasure
Through different eyes I see
That nothing can compare
To what only once will be….
A giggle in the dark
A band aid on the knee
A wet oatmeal kiss
A lullaby till three
A smile without a tooth
A left foot in a right sandal
A tree house on the ground
And a cup without a handle
Now...here I am...all those years later...
I talked to Charles on the phone yesterday and he said to me
"mom, I gotta go...gotta a situation here"
.... I heard a crash in the background as he hung up...his 2 year old had broken something...and I just had to laugh.
As I took these photos I realized 3 things
1. Could I have not done a worse job glueing?
2. Why did I save all the broken rabbits and not the rest?
3. The hands that broke these treasures are a treasure to me...and I would not trade how they are today for all the world!
ooopsie...it's leg came off