Moroccan Porcelain Jar

A Moroccan porcelain jar was lost,

And inside of it, my memories hide.

A Moroccan porcelain Jar is missing,

It was here yesterday, and now long gone.

A Moroccan porcelain jar,

With my mother’s hands, still

Printed on it.

A porcelain and metal lidded jar,

Reflecting in a parallel time

The youthful laughs I once had.

The Jar sat here, close to me,

And now is gone,

As my memories also disappear.

A Moroccan porcelain jar,

Vanished like the memories I can’t

Anymore keep, lost in a time

I am no part of anymore.