many years ago
I collected chipped dishes
flowers on the rims
though I’ve ended the practice
I still miss broken dishes
teapot on table
thank you for forgiving me
cinnamon & orange linger
when bad thoughts overtake me
I must remember to breathe
his hands twirl with mud
my potter friend is a pro
perfectly glazed cup
when heartache breaks his window
perfection turns to soft tears
dinner plates washed clean
one blissful day with no fights
I stack the cabinet full
a long path leads to peace
with resting spots well worth it
green glass flower vase
rests on your grandfather’s desk
white roses blooming
he worked hard, never gave up
I’m sorry I never met him