A new born lamb- for slaughter
Or the brass box my great uncle made
Her wedding dress
Flints in a molehill
And the last photos of the dying son
Each turns us from ourselves
Into the deepest, most broken
Grief-filled
Heart-wrenched
Breathless
Sadness
That can change the course of who we once thought we were
Sentimental value?
Sentimental-
A word so confused,
Banded about like an insult
Or a hold-all for that which rips us apart
The word should be discarded by civilised people
Who claim to know
How this feels
Nwyfre 