I identify the feelings in this poem as my own when 40 years ago Bill broke a wedding gift, the prettiest thing I'd ever owned. He searched and searched to find a like bowl and finally found one similar. I have more good feelings about that bowl than the first one because he felt the need to replace it. I like your Sliver of glass that gives a lot of meaning.
Beautifully touching, Victoria.
How sad this one is, Victoria! I have things of that nature too and hope they are not shattered. Guess I should take photos of them!