The Vase

The mother smiled at her, Congratulated her, She'd done well, The Vase. The Vase was covered in intricate Patterns, pictures, Telling a story, The Vase. Told of her past, Her present, Her future, the Vase. Treasured for years To come, Loved, kept, The Vase. Years later, So many years later, Dug up was, The Vase. Put in a museum For all to see With a sign of Do Not Touch The Vase. Then, oh, A clumsy child knocks it over- Shatters in thousands of pieces! The Vase. How beautiful the Vase was, And how the spirits wept In sorrow, The Vase.