Shards fell from the mirror frame
Here goes seven years of bad luck
And yet Liz saw this as an opportunity
Too often lately life had attacked her
Tommy died in the motorcycle accident
Eventually she had lost the house
Recovering from the depression was almost the worst part
Even now it peaked out from behind her eyes, but she blinked it away
Deftly she scooped up the shards and arranged them artfully to reflect her new life