(13) Broken Dishes

It's incredible how many memories my mom's sake set and my grandpa's tea cups hold. The memories they hold are more important then their ability to hold food or drink.

I am moving next week and beginning to consider what I can let go of, both on the shelves and in my own soul.

At 13 songs now...I hope for another 1 or 2 today.... 13 more days! But if I don't make it by June 4th, fine, because this is for me.

Love from Mindy

There is a gallery of broken dishes at our house

Each one is like a shining hope transformed into a doubt

You bound them up with rubber bands and set them on the shelf

I’ll fix them when I can, you said, I don’t need any help

It’s time to let them go

There will be more broken dishes

It’s time to let them go

Just like all of our near misses

Let them go

We broke one of the sake cups my mom bought long ago

We cracked off some porcelain, black hair, yellow kimonos

Mom got it in England but it was made in Japan

You say someday you’ll glue it back together again

It’s time to let them go

There will be more broken dishes

It’s time to let them go

Just like all of our near misses

Let them go

The handles on the teacups didn’t want to stay attached

They came off during accidents or another shouting match

Blue snowflakes dance across the edge of those chipped white cups

My grandpa gave me those and I miss him oh so much

It’s time to let them go

There will be more broken dishes

It’s time to let them go

Just like all of our near misses

Let them go

There’s a gallery of broken dishes at our house

Each one is like a shining hope transformed into a doubt

Come my love, let’s take them all on down from the shelf

My love you are forgiven and now I need your help