Aisle 11
Glass shatters
A child shouts, OOPS
No-one else around to do it
I must go assess the mess
Inhale.
Lucky me!
A boy and his mother
and a jar of tomato sauce—
splattered across Aisle 11
Exhale.
How can I be mad
at this adorable child?
It was only an accident!
You can tell by his face
In fact, I remember a time
when I was a little boy
and I broke a jar of sauce
I thought I would never recover
until I looked up at and saw
my Grandmother—
she and I were shopping
together—
Her eyes were wide open
But she smiled
Alone in his mess.
Alone in my mess.
A mother smiles.
A grandmother smiled.
Shaking my head—
I smile—
We both live on Isle 11
Not strangers.
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