Monday, February 27, 2012


The little blond girl.
Near the thick wooded shelf.
Was admiring the colorful ceramic vase.
Sitting so pristine.
At eye level.

She reached out.
Touched it with a fingertip.
Slowly drew an imaginary line.
Down the side of the vase.
Felt its smoothness.

Brought up her other hand.
Drew another line down the opposite side.

And then she gently grabbed hold of her mother's artwork.
Held it out.
In front of her.

It slipped.
Down to the uncarpeted floor.

The vase broke.
Into large puzzle pieces.

The little blond girl.
Picked up all the fragments.
Without worry
And glued the colorful ceramic vase.
Back together.
As best she could.

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