The Vase
Algebra factors bored
friends who preferred baseball
thrown and caught, high and low,
through the heart of the house
that pounded hit and miss.
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Venetian hand-blown glass,
glazed warm with memories,
Modigliani necked,
graceful, fragile icon,
broke like a shattered dream.
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Dad took Ben’s mitt and ball,
grounded, Ben could not play,
did homework on his own.
What lesson did he learn?
It hurts when your Mom cries.
Elaine Anne Westheimer 