Tessarae

Shards
                     careening    across             the                          kitchen
          where we were just eating our Tuesday night pasta
Fragments of aqua and tiny pink flowers 
          now splashed and splintered with tomato and basil
Sighing, I grab the broom
                      Brusquely sweep up Nana’s china            now a gory mess
I feel the eyes of the perpetrator upon me          he sighs too               waiting for rebuke
         The soundtrack pulsates as the plot pivots
         around this Milestone Mom Moment
So, I roll back my shoulders, face the kids and say:
“Tomorrow we can mosaic!”