An ornament of glass

fragility is more than an outward appearence, it's also a state of mind

She’s likened to a crystal sphere
once blown an iridescent glaze,
t’was placed upon an evergreen
in honor of more joyous days.

A cheery soul, so she’s been told
just flick her side you’ll hear her ring
a pitch; angelic - high and clear,
she sparkles while you hear her sing.

But nothing ever stays the same,
the years have swiftly slithered past.
I’ve watched her luster fade away,
those tiny cracks appear that last.

Now left to fetter out her time
reliving all her mem’ries dear
within a lonely nestled place,
encased by tissue; hides her fear.

Author's Note

Mama has really become fragile over the past few years, her 86 years have finally caught up with her, and we've had to place her in an assisted living facility.

Reviews

[robert]

An exceptional poem which potrays the passage of time...these things all come to pass......Just the way of life.

[Aspiring Angel]

Oh sweetie I am so sorry. My Mom is 83 and she is begining to be forgetful and each time I see her she becomes a little more frail. This is a beautiful write. I am sorry that I have not dropped in sooner. Guess nothing ever changes huh? LOL Life just somehow needs to slow down for all of us. Big hugs to you, Lesa

[Ed Hart]

because, in general, you are so precise with your words, and careful of line and balance, i (most friendly considered) suggest that in this instance having the years "slither" dilutes the contest and detracts from your fine poem...ed