Repair

I am skilled at fixing things.
Cracked cups and broken guitar strings,
Defective cars that will not start,
But I can’t fix a broken heart.

I am good at healing things.
A diaper rash or a bees sting,
Band-Aids are easy things to buy
But I can’t heal my mother’s sigh.

The things I mend always break.
Relationships and heirloom plates.
Promises I often shatter.
I can’t remember that they matter.

Rust and dust are tangible.
But tears and regret are unmanageable.
I want to learn to fix the past.
Not just the plate that crashed.