“Careful, dear, be gentle
And gently place that in its box,
back where you found it.
I’m asking kindly; I will not ask again.”
Must I start counting?
“One. Two.”
I didn’t reach three.
“My goodness, how did it break?
Well, don’t cry, child,
it was only a sentimental thing.
Smile, dear, we’ll find another one.”
See, nothing to cry about.

By Heidi Turner