Forgiveness | Gift | Love | Poetry | Value

It was a family treasure, that vase
that golden vase
The vase that had belonged to my
great- grandmother, to my grandmother,
and now to my mother . . ./And the vase sat on the mantle/out of reach of little fingers./However, I managed to reach it
I climbed to reach it
I broke it/the family treasure.
Golden pieces of once a family treasure
that moments before was priceless
And I began to cry/then louder in sobs that brought
my mother running.
I could hardly get it out:
I broke the vase . . . the treasure.
And then my mother gave to me a gift:
A look of relief over her face and
“Oh, I thought you had been hurt!”/And then she hugged to her the one who had
just moments before
broken the family treasure.
She gave to me a gift:/She…

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