My sad and broken one
Let me mend.
I'll gather up the pieces,
especially the crumbs.
Putting back the pieces
bit by bit.
Never really knowing
exactly what will fit.
For the hardest ones to place, you see
are those stubborn little crumbs.
Finally you're whole again
my world and all my joy.
And I love every grain and spec,
but especially the crumbs.