Diamond Cut Glass

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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.

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About Amy @ Love and Be Loved

Amy Secrist is a Catholic, a wife, and a mother of four lovely children (ages 14, 9, 7, & 6). She prays, teaches & practices yoga, snuggles, reads, writes, walks, and eats chocolate in a small town in Mid-Ohio.

6 responses »

  1. 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!

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