broken beside the bed

i was probably about eight,
nine at the latest...
and had received one of those two-piece tea sets,
the ones with the cup on the bottom,
tea-pot on the top,
from my dad (i think it was my dad).
Grandma Joy was babysitting us that day,
and i was cleaning my room.
i piled everything onto my bed,
and began to sort, sweep and sigh.
i became tired,
and decided to rest upon my bed covered with things for a moment.
as i sat,
my beautiful two-piece tea set dropped to the floor.
it shattered into many, many pieces,
along with my eight(or nine)year-old heart.
i told Grandma what had happened,
and she shared with me a story about her as a young girl,
(possibly eight or nine)
and how she used to carry around a precious porceline doll in a curtain.
she would hold the end with the rod in one hand,
and the one without in the other.
one day,
she dropped one end of the sheet,
and her doll was broken.

we sat there in my room,
and both cried.