Wedding Vase

One by one, I pick them up,
put them in a shallow cup
some sharp, some round, or in between
on the ground they twinkle, gleam

Should cold, bare feet happen by
and find them down below they lie,
what would they think of what they found
to see these remnants on the ground

Day by day, I walk by these
I’m not the only one who sees
the damage done to what had been
a long-held promise, now broken

Scattered, but part of a whole
Emptiness felt in my soul
was what I found on that day
when shards of glass were on my way

I picked them up, one by one,
to show the world it could be done,
and on a shelf these shards they stayed,
perhaps, one day, to be remade

into a beautiful vase
to hold the flowers in their place
the cracks, crevices obviously seen
remind us what would no longer be

Never to hold water again
to bring to blossom what had not yet been
Yet I look and see the promise of hope
that joy would come, and love elope