king of the brokeness
I look at the lake , it is sparkling blue today, it reminds me of the soft blue in mums eyes.
I kick chunks of ice and marvel at how they glitter in the sun.
All the more brilliant in the snowy white December day.
Siblings bicker around a turkey dinner
I fret over dessert
We could not be more perfect in our brokeness.
but he was the king of brokeness
so I smile and sip my wine.