The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.

–A Farewell to Arms (1929)

Ernest Hemmingway

he showed me his spine
like embossed building blocks
he’d pulled from the bottom of a toy box
and spread over the rug

this one
he said
was my mother’s rolling eyes
this one
he said – stacking it on top –
was my father’s sudden turning
on his heel to leave the room

Writing prompt at dVerse Poet’s Pub