My Precious Bowl

I cherish my precious bowl,
It was the first thing that I owned,
Hand crafted by a friend
Before I was born,

From those moments on,
I used it when I could,
But as everything has to,
Its life came to an end.

After almost eleven years,
On that dreaded day,
26 of the 6th of 2015,
Clumsiness has to pay.

Left it on the edge,
Of my kitchen bench,
It toppled as straight as a rock falls,
Worse than I ever dreamt.

Not my blanket teddy or iPad mini,
Did I ever cherish more
Than that frail bowl.