She wraps the teapot carefully
And places it in a box
It was all she had left of the dishes,
Now smashed and broken on the stone floor.
She sweeps the pieces into the dust bin
Remembering twilight dinners
Where dreams took stardust
And left orchids in the night.
She pours the shards into the trash
Then hears the falling glass
Hoping her little girls would never know
Broken wedding china.