We’ve picked up all the pieces.
We’ve brushed and swept the floor.
We’re waiting, listening for the click
Of Mum’s key in the door.
We’re wondering how to tell her.
We’re wondering how to say
We broke the vase her Grandma gave her
On her wedding day.
from The Poetry Chest (Oxford University Press, 2007), © John Foster 2007, used by permission of the author