Broken Vase

A Poem by Nobody

My family is like a broken vase.

The Vase;
shelters the whole,
by the most subtle poke
was it shattered to pieces.
Crack by crack,
fragile as it seems,
every delicate vibration
is another risk upon its standing;

The Flowers;
the ignorant beauty,
minding their own affairs,
continue blooming
without any concern.
Simply unaware of what will happen
when the vase has reached its breaking point.
Ungrateful for the sacrifices made
for the sake of its mere survival;

The Tape;
the insubstantial glue,
prominent but temporary,
those broken beyond repair
are ours to mend.
We keep them firm,
we keep them in order.
With the predicament being:
tapes don't last.

It's about to crumble, but not yet. Yet.