Puzzle Pieces

My heart is broken. A million tiny little pieces that once held all of the love a mother can bare. I imagine sometimes, I am sitting at a table, putting them together like a jigsaw puzzle, one piece at a time. I work and work and work at it until finally I get to the end only to realize there is one piece of the puzzle missing. I stand back and look at this puzzle I worked so hard to put together. All the time, all of the love I invested, and the piece is not there and never will be. 

Then as I focus on the missing piece, the hole where the piece should be, I realize something. I can still see the picture, I still see the beauty and know that even though there is an empty space, the frame that holds it all together is still there.