Author Information
Rhetorical Questions
Folder:
Sad poems If I handed you my most treasured possession;
a tiny, fragile thing, intricate and delicate.
Finest crystal and purest silk
But with the clear scars of painstaking and careful repair.
If I said to you
“It’s been broken before,
but I trust you to keep it whole.”
If you took it, carefully, reverently,
Promised to care for it, guard it,
And if you kept that promise.
Okay, sometimes it got a little dusty,
A little neglected, but never for long.
You held it carefully, when you held it
And put it back properly when you didn’t.
And I was glad to see it cared for.
But if you came to me one day,
Direct and purposeful,
With this precious object in your hand.
If you broke it, threw the pieces in my face
And said “I never wanted it anyway.”
Would that be okay?
Could you live with that?
