The Love Vase Broken
Was my son vindictive? My wife just stared at the sight!
There on the floor was the old ugly vase
My aunt Melinda gave us on our wedding day.
And my wife know how much love my son had for it.
Even though he may have broken it, I cannot help but forgive
For he has a special place in my heart,
Still, I feel the pain he caused to my wife,
And all because we had such a small tiff.
Wish I could see him now; I'll give him a piece of my mind,
But then I'll say I love you, and hold him in my arms.
Grudgingly would he mend the ugly vase?
There, he's back; it did not take him long. Guess what he said?
"Darling, that pesky cat has broken our vase."
A smile shone on his impish face.
Promptly, he handed me a new vase
A copy of one of my aunt Melinda's saved the day.
NB Fiction
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2025
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