The Vase
The mother smiled at her,
Congratulated her,
She'd done well,
The Vase.
The Vase was covered in intricate
Patterns, pictures,
Telling a story,
The Vase.
Told of her past,
Her present,
Her future,
the Vase.
Treasured for years
To come,
Loved, kept,
The Vase.
Years later,
So many years later,
Dug up was,
The Vase.
Put in a museum
For all to see
With a sign of Do Not Touch
The Vase.
Then, oh,
A clumsy child knocks it over-
Shatters in thousands of pieces!
The Vase.
How beautiful the Vase was,
And how the spirits wept
In sorrow,
The Vase.
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