Cracks in the China

 

Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse #170 

Hosted this week by the amazing poet Shay!

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An old woman looks in a mirror, recalls a little girl with a rag doll, and wonders what became of the little girl. ~Robert Brault

 

I used to have perfect vision

Could see straight like the barrel of a new gun

But things get lost in the passage

Heirlooms we once held tightly

Become too heavy and slip out of our hands

China gets broken

And so do knees and hearts

The view ahead becomes too close

And the rear view is like a trip to China away

The strange thing is

It all happens slow and yet so fast

You don’t remember the day it happens

But you look in the mirror one morning and think

What is that?!

For it is an eternity and a moment’s blur of things all at once

A million grimaces and smiles of hello and goodbye

 wrapped around a lifetime of being in the thick of it

From torn ligaments into divorce and on to cataracts

It all sounds sad and full of pain

But frankly if you have been living life fully

Then it is part of the package

You can see it as a blessing or a curse

Just don’t use a magnifying mirror!