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Who Broke the Glass
Broken glass is all around
While errant children do abound.
Who broke the glass? "Not me", they'll say,
Then they're off to go and play.
Shards and splinters go unmended.
Children stray, all unattended.
Jagged pieces as they lay
Make the others stay away.
Use a new room, not for long.
Gloomy faces see what's wrong.
They didn't do what really mattered.
Another vessel lays there shattered.
There's a lot to be said about the symbolic glass in this piece of writing. It's very interesting how you used it as a solid object and yet an internal being. Of course, I wouldn't have expected for the children or the grown children to admit to who broke it because no one wants the hardship of admitting they hurt someone by lying to someone or shattering their dreams or crushing spirits.
I love all of your poems. Very nice and deep. Keep up the great writing.
Pam