Broken Plate

She cradled his love in the cup of her hand
A thousand little shards of pain
She softly cries as she fulfills his demand
The shatter plate remains
A sacred object of his heart resides
In broken fragments on the floor
And blood runs thick down both her sides
From the seam inside her heart that tore
She tries to remember when her love died
And the pain grows in her heart 
But inside the grout lines broken shards still hide
A memeory of her weakest part