आजोबा (Grandfather)

Imagine a snow globe, a perfect glass sphere
Made of tiny tiny pieces, all combined to adhere

A really special snow globe, given from someone past
But glass is fragile, and doesn’t seem to last

Pushed and shoved, the glass ball dropped
Tiny pieces scattered, the world seemed to have stopped

The tears flowed down, the side of my face
It was my mum's and special, and I was a disgrace

A shard of this remained, like a piece of a cake
Only more fragmented, alone and silent I quaked

It’s not even the object, but the memory that it can hold
Geek, Jockey, Druggie, Freak - some of the lies that I’ve been told

I was left to pick up the pieces, and not just the pieces of glass
For my life fell apart right then, and the tears hidden from my class

I kept it in its prison, in boxes wrapped and packed
It will never escape, for this piece had cracked

I get flashbacks to the moment, it never seems to pass
Broken or not it’s special, even if just a piece of glass.