It Fell
It Fell
by susan Q miller © 2014
It fell,
Something hard
Off the shelf
Without warning,
Breaking what lay beneath,
A favorite green bowl, a hand-crafted half-orb
Made by these hands.
This vessel
once held my morning sustenance.
Now its fragments
Lay scattered at my feet.
I am not shattered.
Gathering the shards
Of something once whole and precious to me,
I am reminded of how fragile life is
And that nothing lasts forever.
Copyright © Susan Q Miller | Year Posted 2019
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