She was like a delicately crafted teacup

and when she was born her family filled her up

to the brim with love and she smiled and laughed.

 

She was like a delicately crafted teacup

and when she was five her mother kissed her goodnight

and polished her up and with dirt on her face she smiled and laughed.

 

She was like a delicately crafted teacup

and when she was nine her mother broke all the china

and she felt part of her chip and she tried to smile and laugh.

 

She was like a delicately crafted teacup

and when she was twelve the walls started to tremble

and her painted flowers faded and she forced herself to smile and laugh.

 

She was like a delicately crafted teacup

and when she was fourteen her mother took all the silverware

and left her in the cupboard and she never smiled and laughed.

 

She was like a delicately crafted teacup

and when she was eighteen she realized she was empty

and no one had any use for broken cups and she quieted and cried.