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.
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.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully touching, Victoria.
ReplyDeleteHow 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!
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