There are chipped and cracked dishes of Grandma's <br />she refuses to throw away. <br />I asked her, 'why do you keep them? <br />Let's go and buy some new today.' <br /> <br />The cups and saucers don't even match <br />there are flowers and weird animal prints. <br />The chips are on the tea cup rims <br />and their handles give my fingers a pinch! <br /> <br />She claimed they were her Mothers <br />and her Mothers, Mothers too. <br />You will never understand it dear she said <br />until I Will them one day to you. <br /> <br />Now why in all that's holy Grandma <br />would I want these ugly broken things? <br />I have brand new, a set of my own <br />and no pinching my cup handles bring. <br /> <br />She said, it's a part of our histories story <br />that I am passing onto you. <br />Like our sinfull selves, those chips and flaws <br />that God seen to forgive in you. <br /> <br />You may sit and drink and eat on new <br />if this is what you wish. <br />God's love reminders come with mine <br />in every mismatched bowl and chipped dish. <br /> <br />I now have a different way of looking <br />at those old dishes my Grandma kept. <br />And will tell the story to my Grandchildren <br />Of Grandma's chipped dishes that she left.<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chipped-and-cracked-dishes/
