(Thoughts after the breakdown of a marriage)
The Loving Cup is broken, its contents strewn around,
The once lovely wholeness, is split upon the ground
The jagged edges, razor sharp, enough to wound anew_
The caring children, who would love, to rejoin the two.
Though now the points are far too keen, for the whole to realign,
Don’t let unkindness trample on this still unique design
Each half now needs support, and may not stand alone
For family ties are fragile, like porcelain, not stone
It may be found that strain without, is more than strain within_
The family, and in good time rapprochement will begin.
Thoughts of happier times can’t be, forgotten and sealed up
Chips and cracks can coexist in many a well loved cup.
So this design, though broken, still has a unique glory
And hopefully we pray, for a good end to this story.