It was only a handmade trinket,
With little beauty or worth.
Still, the proudest gift she had given
In her five years upon the earth.
When her dad, in terrible anger,
Destroyed her work of art
In blindness, he never realized,
What he shattered was her heart.
Sandra Boyte
Shattered
Wednesday, 22 September 2004 16:00
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