I always felt bad for great grandma Jeanne’s china
locked away behind the doors of the oak hutch my daddy made
what does it feel like to be told that you’re beautiful
but only be allowed to the table at certain times
valuable, treasured, safe, but not used
protected from damage, but also the sound of people laughing
I learned a lot from great grandma Jeanne’s china
like how I’d rather take the risk of breaking
than the risk of never being loved