The Building of a Moment

narrative Precious novelties, rare and unimpaired reminder of events I'd love to share. Recalling special trinkets in a hutch for display only, labeled "Do Not Touch". Awaiting finding of a misplaced key, a new piece tempted curiosity. Too precious to ignore, my small grandson maneuvered carefully, warned by his mum. Rejecting caution, which kids oft ignore forgetful child just left it on the floor. The next day, sister found it with her foot. One piece, now three pieces, ruined, kaput. Comes precious moment, happ'ning on my watch. The brother faults his sister for the botch who then returns accusatory blame. Routine occurrence, 'companied by shame. The moment builds, we search the house for glue. Some chips still gone? Hurrah! we find a few. Together, we three, talking as we work, accountable, not acting like a jerk. A precious moment in our history when that collectible met surgery. Four years later, standing tall, gath'ring dust a priceless symbol, joint endeavor, plus. written Jan. 2, 2013, revised June 29, 2017