mishap in the sink

i broke my bowl; she was a beauty, all deep purples and faintest greens, such luminescent glazing, such shimmer and shine, she was perfection on a table. it happened so quickly, she just slipped as i was cleaning her. shattered, so many pieces, such sadness as overwhelming. i want to mend her, fix all her broken bits back whole. how can replacement ever bring such happiness as she? my poor bowl.