Seen too much

Laughter, happiness death all happens too quickly.
This beautiful little tea cup is part of me.
As it sits on my book shelf proud but sad thinking of her life before me or before she got sad.
Trying and trying, trying to get the memories in but nothing works.
She’s in a prison that I can’t get her out of.
But when I look at her through the barb wires I see red gum ball roses and a wavy handle, I can’t forget her flowing gold river.
Something goes between us, something I can’t explain.
Memories come in of the loving crystal eyed lady with her silky voice.
I miss her we whisper