The Beautiful Crystal Vase. Poem by James Brennan

The family heirloom, a stunning
Waterford crystal vase casting 
Colourful light refractions all around 
The room full of character Sat on a 
Charming antique Irish table
Enhancing the beauty
Of the crystal vase far outshining 
All in its surround and beyond,
Including the elegant antique table,
Pride of place for all to admire.

On one fateful day as the sun lit up
The beautiful crystal vase reflecting 
A spectrum of shimmering colour 
So bright it penetrated and lit up
The room with its character,
A heavy gust of hearty wind
Separated the beautiful Vase from the 
Antique Irish table.

This hearty wind sending the vase
Onto shattered ground
To be met later that day 
With shock, horror and disbelief,
By the family who once held it so very precious,
Now to be kept within their bleeding hearts.

No matter how hard they tried to put 
Back the pieces of the beautiful crystal Vase,
Their efforts were met by unsuccessful
Frustrations as it had shattered 
Into pieces far too many for even the
Most patient and dedicated to find and put together.

Slowly over time acceptance sets in
As the table sits quietly alone,
Nothing can replace
The vision of the beautiful crystal vase.
As time moves forward on an unassuming day,
A shock to the system as a hidden piece 
Of the shattered crystal vase finds its way
Into the heel of an unexpecting foot!
The blood comes through
As the pain kicks in
This crystal shard is painful
To extract.

Hobbling around,  
It takes days for the pain to subside
In this sensitive body part.
Time brings forth alleviation,  
Now as ever with more tales to tell,
Never forgotten our beautiful crystal Vase 
Our beautiful crystal Vase will be with us 

Always Gerry Always.

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