Mirror, Mirror Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
Mirror, Mirror
Mirror, mirror you make me cry
with dearest memories of days gone by.
Days of youth may be sliding away
but this glass reflects ALL the women I am today.
I grab more cream, my saving grace,
add some make-up to soften this place
where Grandma’s smile and Mom’s sweet eyes
offer me this most tender surprise.
It is my own reflection that I can readily see
the one inherited from the faces in my history.
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