-
we drop things along the way
accidentally or not
some like to throw in anger
some will cast in frustration
some will just destroy because
but this morning I dropped
a cup with memories
and for a moment I was sad
yet -
the mind's eye still see
the daughter and friend
somewhere in Firenze
so next time I open my cupboard
I shall not see the beaker
only its invisibility coat
-
(With apologies to J.K. Rowling)
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