can you imagine??? I think you probably can relate to my friend Elizabeth at the
Little Black Door
when her
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
E.N.O.U.G.H.
I actually threw that cup at the wall and scared the bajeebers out of Charles when I
shouted
"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 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
