Diamond Cut Glass

It slipped from my hand to the granite counter top
and split jaggedly in two thick, heavy pieces.

Everything I think I know tells me it’s Grandma’s dish,
though I don’t remember scooping mixed nuts from its smooth curve
or picking candy from inside its pointed armor.

When it cracked, I did too.

In the evening I rinsed that day-old sink of handwashables
and thought about the recent past.
It was a heavy day, full of life, death,
and commitments.

It must’ve been the thinking.
It’s never about the dish.

6 Comments

  1. Lorien says:

    Well done. So much imagery. So visceral! I love this!

    1. Amy @ Love and Be Loved says:

      Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts, Lorien!

  2. Cher says:

    It sounds like you shared a special bond of love w/Grandma in your heart that is carried everywhere you go. Thanks for sharing it reminded me of sweet memories of my Gram!

    1. Amy @ Love and Be Loved says:

      Hi, Cher. Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts.

    1. Amy @ Love and Be Loved says:

      😊

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