Posted by Jason Vaz, SJ in Our Culture

These shards,

delicate whites and blues,

will never be her china plate.

Source:: pinterest.comHer reprimand falls

like a burning iron on a bare foot.

He howls, his mouth wide open.

Soft tears roll from veiny, fractured eyes.

Taking cotton soaked in Dettol, she dabs the wound

to a lullaby’s tempo. “I’m sorry,” she replies,

and bandages it and pampers it with

puckered lips and muaahs. Months pass… The injury,

once undressed, looks like a lidless stare. Hurts are

forgotten. But, when he ruins something else,

she scorches him again, and then tries to unscar. 

About The Author

Jason Vaz, SJ, is a Jesuit scholastic working at Jesu Ashram in India.

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Eric Jensen on February 14, 2017 - 6:10 PM

Nice to know that you are still alive and not just a pile of broken shards!

Peter Bisson on February 15, 2017 - 3:00 AM

Oh my.

Paul Panaretos on February 22, 2017 - 5:06 PM

so real.