The Shard

shard

A shard of pottery
found in the floresta
piece of memory
of a life long ago

I sit quietly with the shard
in my hand, eyes closed
reviewing images which
move through my mind
for the flower-decorated
shard holds the story
of the family that once
sat at the table
sharing laughter, food and love.

I put this little treasure
on my altar along with
the feather, candle and
book of healing
each piece part of the whole
culumaltive stories
that bring us to the now
where we add our own stories
then fade away.

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  1. अभिब्यक्ति की सुन्दरता हो तुम, कुमकुम -सी, कभी कोयल सी |

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