When things break, little one,

Don’t try to mend them

If things must break; let them break fully.

Don’t buy new toys

To set the shifting scene

In the shape of the remembered

To create the familiar stage anew.

New toys with gossamer fancy  –

Deprived of the hardy sweat that

Dripped into the old tenacious sinews,

Now worn and frayed by worldly cares –

Fast and frivolous, snap.

If things must break; let them shatter.

The painful shards of memory

Will bring you more delight

Than that of a rushed embrace.