Her Maker

An Empty Vase stands in the corner
Broken, dusty, old and worn
Rejected, unwanted, cold and barren
Her glory days are gone, along with time
Her Maker gazes……..

An Empty Vase stands in the corner
Colour gone, cracks in its place
While others mock with flowers adorn
Her Maker gazes……..

An Empty Vase stands in the corner
A sweet passion to be renewed
Recoloured, remoulded to be used
Like once before, to be filled with beauty
Her Maker gazes……..

An Empty Vase stands in the corner
Faded colours and cracks speaks years of service
Light dancing on her curves and engravings
She has served well
Preserved much beauty
Now is time to rest
Take pride in her life
Her Maker gazes…. with love.

(March 2007)