Shattered glass

A million pieces

Slowly falling to the floor

Each piece a part of me.

The worst times I've ever known.

Every person I've ever met.

For one year, day or minute.

Many good times, sad times... and even bad.

Of these many pieces

Reflecting the light

Are two perfect people.

-At least in my eyes.

One daughter

and one son.

Mine to love and cherish

Forever till I die.

Then along comes a family

walking by my way.

One of them sees my son

Winking in the light.

They pick him up

Brush him off

And put him in their pocket.

Taking away that piece of perfect soul.

One part of me is gone

Forever missing from my soul;

But, if you look carefully,

Reflected in the shattered glass you will see

an imperfect image

of my son and me.

To my son Ross...you will forever be a part of my soul.

Credits: Cherie Leonard