Shattered Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

You were a branch of graceful growth
I quickly joined your reaching
We celebrated each new day
For sun and rain beseeching

There was a hairline fracture built
Into our house of glass
Our friends could see it easily
This was not meant to last

For your leaves yearned for eastern light
And mine sought visions west
And even though our bond seemed strong
Each had a different quest

The crystal vase of our green love
One fateful morning strained
It split in half with painful shards
As living water drained

Today I still hold on to scraps
Mementos from those days
A broken cup, a dried up leaf
From gardens where we played

There is a branch of graceful growth
Entwined in my soul's yearning
Those tender times in groves of love
Are evermore returning.