This fragile piece of porcelain
once adorned the vanity of a
great 18th century French lady,
now held delicately in hand,
many miles and years removed.

Treated with care, treasured,
yet still, one day, in a split second,
it lies shattered on the floor
in fragments too small
to ever be made right again.

So similar to love.

No matter how great the effort
to hold it tight, to keep it polished
and safe from harm, sometimes
it can elude your grasp,
and fly away home.

© 2016 DM Shepherd


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