Broken
Though I can’t say that I’ve been missing
hugs and cuddling and kissing,
still I have a memory of
those intimacies wrought by love.
It is as though there’s some obstruction
probably of my own construction
that makes me concentrate on things
instead of all that loving brings.
It’s true that objects may be lost,
but still, it’s not at half the cost.
For it is when loved ones are taken
that one’s world is truly shaken.
When objects break, it pains our purse,
but losing people is much worse.
For when death rends lovers apart,
the thing that’s broken is a heart
The prompt word today is “missing.”
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Your photo of the broken pot is a perfect symbol to go with your poem. I, too, have had serious loss.
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And the pot is a wedding jar.. meant for a bride and groom to drink from at their wedding. I mistakenly put black beans in it to weight it, then filled it with water for the plants. The beans of course eventually swelled up enough to break the pot. There’s a lesson in that, I imagine.
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Oh, thanks for that further detail!! Very poignant.
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