Good China

By DC   

I loved my mother
But there were times I didnt know her
Times she bcame the stranger
I saw staring at me in the mirror
I love myself
But there are times I dont know me

That me I pull out for special occasions
And lock away for the everyday Madness of a dull life
I am good china
That shows my mother
In its shining reflection
I have no choice but to drop my China
Break it into millions of peices

Antiquing
Yard sells
Ill find the right fit
I loved my mother
I love my mother
I learned about the care
Of good China from her
She washed and shined
Made it bright when she cared
Set the table carelessly when she didnt
Setting the table was my responsibility
After a time

I love my mother
I learned from her
I learn from her
But I am truly the hostess with the mostess
A different pattern for every occasion
My family China
Passed down through the generations
Skipped mine
I created my own pattern
I washed and shined
I set my table
I prefer the second hand sets
Found in other peoples homes
Paid for with bits and peices of me

In my set I see my mother
It scares me
It gladdens me
I loved my mother
I learned from her
I saw her
I see her
Even when her China was not
Washed and shined

I invite dinner guests
Each place setting different
Tailored to them
I eat from a number of plates
Rotating throughout the night
My China stays in the attic
Unused, unwashed, unshined

I love myself
But there are times I do not know me
And dinner is no place for discovery
My mother had few dinners
While I have thousands
One everyday
Her China was cracked
Her China damaged
Beautiful

I loved my mother
But there are times I do not know her
I never touched her China
Only gazed from afar
Falling for a pattern
I would never truly know

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