My Mirror And Me (To My Friend Marie Shine With Love) Poem by Akhtar Jawad

It looks at me and I look at it
we are exchanging smiles.
It's not merely a mirror
showing me what I am now.
It's a bag having books of my life.
A book of sighs and tears,
another of joys and laughter
and a book thicker than the heavenly tomes
with a title cover,
picture of an old but happy lady
below the silvery rays of moonlight over head
a pair of brown shining stars
thoughtfully reading a book of puzzles
some solved but some still unsolved.
When prophecy could not solve all the puzzles
how can she solve all of them!
But the lady in the mirror,
sometimes looks a stranger but sometimes a familiar friend
smiling, satisfied and content
claiming she has solved the most difficult puzzle of life.
She can recollect when she was a soft and pink bud like this
she can remember how she bloomed as a scented flower
she can feel the joy when this flower danced in the winds of springs.
Nothing is entirely and completely beautiful and perfect.
We all are toys of God.
The graceful lady is sorting out events of her life
discarding all, that brought tears in her eyes,
selecting all, that brought smiles on her lips.
The essence of selected events she concentrates on her lips.
Puts her lips on the forehead of her great granddaughter
with love, well wishes and the prayers,
the lady is right in her claims,
the most difficult puzzle she has solved,
the solution is her great granddaughter in her arms.