Trading love for tea and sympathy

Before me lie pieces once clayed
shattered from jars carefully constructed
Before me lie cloth now frayed
gashed from tapestries beautifully crafted

Jars of clay moulded
by hand to one day sit upon the altar
Uncountable threads folded
with patience and never a thought of falter

Bits of clay and the dust of faded thread
does no justice to the glory it once beheld

A little boy once thought he owned castles forged from fire and steel
One day the ocean proved they were only grains of sand

trading love

you smiled in tired satisfaction as i lay there taking in the world for the first time,
laughed gently as i padded around the floor with rice grains stuck to my face.
you closed the blinds on the evening sun as we curled into bed for the night,
and read us stories when sleep just wouldn't come.
you were always worried about us, always caring, always loving.

then one day you destroyed everything i thought was true.
i tried to deny it, but the facts fit like a glove.
my only question is, was his worth your children's love?