One day,
Days, months, years from now
I will drop your teacup by mistake
And it will shatter
And I will cry.
And I will think to myself,
"What use was there
In using the cup for my morning coffee
If I knew that I stood the risk
Of breaking it one day."
And then I will remind myself
Of what I thought
When we first started calling,
"Of what value is there
In learning to love my grandfather
When I know that he is dying
And I know that I will loose?"
And yet,
There was value
And there is value.
Because things of value
Should be known and should be used.
True,
It wouldn't have hurt so badly
When you passed
If I had not loved you,
And true,
My teacup may never break
If I don't use it.
But what a pathetic way to live!
Pain is not worth avoiding
If it means avoiding
Things of value.
There is risk and loss
In loving,
But there is value and worth
In the loving between.
04/03/24