The Vase
By Kathleen Skipper 
I liken my heart to a lovely crystal flower vase.
The vase, however, has had two huge pieces broken from it…
the death of two sons.
These two pieces could have remained that way…
broken and virtually useless or
they could be put back together by the journey called grief.
I chose the journey of grief.
Slowly the pieces have been
tenderly put into place by Love (God) and glued together
with the acceptance of what is.
The seams of brokenness remain,
although faint or non-existent to the human eye,
but the vase is once again capable of gently holding a bouquet,
a bouquet of flowers of love,
compassion, hope, and yes, even joy!