Restored In Gold Bold

The free form ceramic sculpture
made by my daughter
years ago toppled off the shelf
in a storm after a thunderous 
lightning clap shook the house.
The sculpture was of four witches
peering over a cauldron brewing 
a magical potion.
It was a very abstract piece.
Three of the witches, shaped as dragon
heads, had broken off at the neck.
Luckily the breaks were clean.
I was heart-broken. 
it meant so much to me
not as bold and glorious piece of art,
but that it was made by her
and given to me.
I thought about a seamless hidden repair
using glue and touch-up paint,
which was certainly possible.
She would never know 
I had carelessly let it fall and break.
But, I would always know I had
broken it and was ever deceived her.
I would have to live with the lie.
Instead I fixed the breaks with bold gold,
adding gold necklaces to all the witches.
To rejoin the three witch necks 
which had broken off, 
and one extra necklace to the one 
that remained attached.
She forgave me and loved the bold gold repairs 
which she said added something extra from me,
for me and her to share.

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