My Favorite Glass

My Favorite Glass April 30, 2012

You broke my favorite glass.

Now you feel bad. It was my

favorite because I touched it

so many times. I looked at its

pieces you so carefully gathered.

I think it was tired and wanted

to go. I held the largest shard

and it glittered. I held it to my

ear and it said, “I am now free.”

What makes things special is

who brings them and what

they carry. You are special.

Our dog is special. The wind

through the tops of the trees

before dawn which you were

amazed by before you broke

the glass is special. So don’t

feel bad. Just feel.

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