Glaze Thread Murmur

Before she met him:

Her mother helps her

Glaze the pot before

Baking it in the kiln

Pottery is a thread that

Bonds the women

Of her family

As they sit together

Their voices softly

Murmur while they work

After she met him:

Her eyes begin to 

Glaze over from

Pain as the doctor

Slowly weaves the

Thread of the stitches

In and out pulling together

The flesh of her wrist

The noises around her 

Dim to a faint murmur