shattered porcelain

i broke my favorite mug today.
it just fell onto the floor.
and shattered into bits.

i then had a recollection of being a little girl.
and breaking something in the house.
like a bowl for example.
and feeling the tears well up in my eyes.
going "sorry mummy..........."

funny how this still applies to life as you grow up.
breaking, shattering.
not porcelain items.
but hearts.

and feeling the guilt and remorse that comes along with it.

and no matter how much you try to glue it back.
the cracks will forever be visible to the naked eye.
never smooth again.

lesson learnt?
be careful.
handle fragile items with care.