Bunny with the Broken Ear

The earliest memory I recall; napping on the sofa against the northern wall.

It was summer, I do recall. The sun shone bright the through the trailer windows.

Mom was dusting the glass shelves, held up by 3 threads of yoked bronze.

Three ceramic bunnies laid atop.

The smallest one, huddled and small, Was knocked over and landed on my head.

I woke up startled and pained. It was the first time I experienced a migraine.

It was okay though; cause mom felt so bad. She got me an ice pack, or maybe a cold rag.

The bunny’s back ear had broken clean off. But mom never tossed it. She kept it right there.

I was so glad she kept it for years. Every time I peaked and I peered to see if it was still there, I held the memory so dear;

That bunny with the broken ear

LeAnn Margurite Speldrich ‘2026