Love Is An Antique

Pre-description is against my policy. Wanna know what it's about ... READ it.

Love is an antique,
That thing that every household used to have
But  has now become much too rare.
Some houses still have this thing.
We call them "Homes".

In these homes this rare thing can be multiplied,
So that each child has it, to keep for the homes that
they make one day. But it is oh so very fragile.
Given to the wrong person, it can be chipped.
Do this too often and you can lose it forever ...

... be left with no more to give.

Author's Note

Thanks to Cheyenne Harris ... our conversation awoke the muse.

Reviews

[Kristina Moulaison]

This is an interesting thought...I picture it now as a lovely, but very fragile, teacup with many small spidery cracks where it has been smashed and someone has tried to glue it back together. Some parts are bare, worn to dust where it has been dropped too many times and can no longer be mended. Some hearts need so much more than glue to knit them back together.

[Neville]

A very readable and poignant little gem with a slap yer in the face message to us all. Thank you Creepy Swine Guy. All Good Things, Neville

[Doreen]

Ain't it the truth! Nice work here.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Thank you for stopping by.

[Doreen]

You're welcome. :)

[marlayesterday]

This is very profound, and oh so true. Thank you for sharing this.
In these homes, this rare thing can be multiplied, so that each child has it, to keep for the homes they make one day. Lovely.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Thank you for your kind review, and for visiting my page.

[Celestial Witch Child]

Wow. Powerful message. Great poem.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Thank you for stopping to read my little poem and leaving such a kind comment.

[Debbie_Philly]

So very very true .... I like this... reminds us of what is important...

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Thank you Debbie. Thank you so much.

[Debbie_Philly]

:)

[Brittany]

This made me think of a recipe. I loved it. Well done.

[Alm]

The poor homeless children. This goes both ways, to the children who live on the streets and those who are without love.

But a home is where love is, always. So in some ways, I guess those who live in less...habitable places and have love are luckier. They have some sort of a priceless thing.

I like lines six and seven, very much. Some may be destroyed, but at least there is hope for others to have a home.

Thank you for this nice poem with a new perspective. And, I like your username, hahaha.

-Alm

[Eve]

You have moments of such profundity that it makes my teeth chatter, well done, "Mr. not so creepy at all" :) I loved this write from you. :) you big softy..

[TL Boehm]

Wow. Succinct and true. Nice to see you here.