Handcrafted PotteryHand Made Ceramics For The Home

Our home has been opened
as a museum.
There are the patched holes in the wall,
still visible,
and recorded stories
for each one.
There are the broken plates and mugs,
in the cabinet;
at least the ones who’s handles were glued
back on, and the others that only retained chips.
They have their stories as well.
In the window above the sink,
geraniums still bloom.
And there are the stained stairs,
the spills being the least of what fell.
The wobbly leg to the kitchen table
And the two broken doors,
the one with the visible gash,
and the one to the patio
whose torn, shredded screen still dangles.
They all have similar stories.
But the one
that stands apart from the rest,
is the one that goes with the marked up bedpost,
and busted springs.
That’s probably the only one I’ll choose to remember.
In a pot, by the window,
two tall wilting tulips take the tired posture
we never did.