The Necklace Broke
The necklace broke; all the little pieces
went scattering across the kitchen floor.
Pretty beads were rolling into creases
of a bright rug that lay before the door.
In order to retrieve the beads, she tried
to kneel to grasp the remnants of her prize.
Some minutes passed. The girl broke down and cried
small pieces of deep anguish from her eyes.
That cherished heirloom worn by her each day
(because it was the last thing given her
by her dear mother who had passed away)
would be so hard to fix! And now a blur
the room became. The beads she could not see,
for tears rained down her face mercilessly.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016
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