Monday, April 13, 2015
The Old Couple
Carefully I dusted. The man fell from my hands and shattered on the hard floor. I wept.
When the tears dried I carefully gathered the pieces, reassembling him with glue and love. The tiny porcelain chips were returned to their original position yet the old man rattled from a tiny chip I missed inside.
Once again he stands with his mate, complete and whole, doing the chores they've always done and will always do.
Their expression never changes. I believe it is contentment, love and joy that they are together forever in their moment of time.