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.

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