How poems are created, I see an object, in this case my favourite wine glass, the breakage is true. It is back in the glass cabinet, the rest is how I hope it will meet its end.
Memories come in many forms Books letters scraps of paper galore The special wine glass sitting on its own The glass held memories as lips touch its edge Sips or a large gulp all well known Your hand caresses as if an old friend Treasured memories visit with every caress That fateful day when a careless hand Tipped the glass, a scream filled the air It lay shattered, all memories gone Picked up the broken glass Spoken words of apology followed Glass was placed back on its shelf Although broken it deserved its place The years drifted by your name was called Friends gathered to say their farewells Many a tear fell as the glass was placed on view All knew its stories as it received its farewell Unseen unknown the glass was removed to a new home The broken glass still sits proudly Amongst its new found friends It sees it hears new memories Goodbyes all seen and memorised Locked away until the end.
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