Mom loves fragile things,
and has catalogued each
precious detail
of her ceramic angels.
They are smiling at me
from the bookshelf
and offering me something
to celebrate, but I am
so afraid of what can be
easily broken–I never touched
those antique wings, so ready
to break against my fingertips,
but still, I said yes I’ll keep it
safe forever when you handed me
your heart of glass.

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