Daily Prompt #combi 13 lines *Porcelain *Stack *Crash *Grief "My hands movements are too loud for this room," I signed, But the air didn't catch the irony of the motion. I reached for the high shelf, Where a precarious stack of Fragile memories were coated in white glaze. My mother's heirloom porcelain, who never learned To sign the word "Sorry," only the word "Leave it." Then I lost my grip. A sudden, ceramic crash that echoed on the silent floor. I stared at the shards, then at the guests. I signed, "Now, finally, we have something in common." Grief was just a broken plate until We started sweeping up the pieces together.