Broken Glasses 3 Poem by Hafeni Nghidinua

Love is a gift
Marriage a sanctimony
Sanctimony is glass
Once upon a time
I held our glass in hand
My focus shifted
Grip loosened
The glass fell
Sometimes it falls and shatters
Sometimes it falls unnoticed
Without a so much as a scratch
And none the wiser
But my blunder left a crack
The glass was still lovely
And still user friendly
But the mark was still there
An eye sore to both of us
So we went along
Oblivious to the scars
An Oscar nomination
Then again
a clumsy grip
and the crack grew bigger
another a clumsy grip
And piece by piece
our treasured glass'
broke more and more
the pieces on the floor
Till there was nothing left
But endless scars
If I look back now
My grip should have been tighter
My eyes should have been focused
Cause It was that first crack after all
That made all the others possible