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!”
