Short Poems

Shards

Shards

By: Kiara Elizabeth De Villa

I once owned a beautiful vase

So beautiful that I didn't want it to go to waste

And decided to display it inside a glass case

To watch the awe on people's face

One day, I brought my brother

A naughty boy who's always a bother

Too bad I was told to do so by my mother

Leaving me the trouble known as my brother

The story starts on that fateful day

When I told the troublesome lad to stay away

And of course being him, he preferred to disobey

Not caring what I had to say, he went there to play

Now I was in the kitchen, mixing a batter

When I heard a sound, undoubtedly a shatter

More sounds followed so I went there to see what was the useless clatter

And to my shock and despair, the sound did matter

For when I arrived in the room

I saw utter doom

My brother holding a broom

Sweeping the vase's remaining shards

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Author's Note:

The poem here is a metaphor for something that happened in real life and I am not referring to my real brother but fate itself.

~MusicFanatic19