Light bouncing playfully across the perfect facade,
the vitreous outer layer gleams,
revealing neither fleck nor care,
beware the weakness starts within.
The gyuveche, so solid and robust,
feeds the family day after day,
year in year out.
Enduring temperature and abuse,
roughly washed, shoved back on the rack,
until called upon, when needed.
Beware the crack starts within.
The agitation creeps in slowly,
at first unobserved by neither.
The micro-fissures spread slowly from the heart,
impossible to observe from the outside,
the fracture forges the emotional abyss.
The chasm only visible within.
Negligently placed in a careless instant,
in an oven too hot,
shattered beyond hope,
the children go hungry tonight.
External aftermath, a reflection of the devastation within.