She is but a remnant of her old self,

she has been shattered and scattered like broken glass on the floor,

fragile & sobbing to the touch.

Can I breathe life back in to her?

Can I resurrect her from the ashes of her sorrows?

No, this is not possible.

All I can do is sit in my corner & silently weep. 

All I can do is fall to the ground & fervently pray.

Her garments are shredded & she has nothing left.

Maybe now the master tailor will arrive to sew a quilt of many colors & restore her shine.

For this I pray

all the day.