Thinking about relationships and those my heart longs for deeper connection and intimacy with, another free verse poem, enjoy:
Life is fragile.
Some things are fragile.
Usually they are important.
May even be priceless.
Often think of heirlooms, artwork, precious metals, or gems.
Overlooked are those I love the most.
I don't treat them as valuable, perhaps out of familiarity?
I don't steward them as they deserve - as priceless.
When those I love are broken or hurting,
Have I let them know their worth to me?
Perhaps I have been the one who chipped their fragile pieces.
Own it, "clean up the mess", let them know, be different… change!
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.