by Carrie E. Squier
Little pieces I see
as clear as day,
Little pieces of me
lost in the fray;
Little pieces of you
I thought to choose,
Little pieces so blue
painted to woo;
Little pieces of light
in a way so dark,
Little pieces of might
in a way so stark;
Little pieces of us
made to last,
Little ways to trust
in these pieces of glass.