I look in the mirror,
And what do I see?
That once upon a time was me.
A gray hair here, a gray hair there,
An age spot here, an age spot there,
Crow’s feet, grooves, hollows, you name it; they’re there,
The truth for all to see, lying naked and bare.
Pensive, I ask, “Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,
“Is this really me? Pray, tell me. Tell me all…”
Not an ounce of doubt, it’s you alright,
And age, my dear, has not dimmed my sight…
I see wisdom, I see experience,
In the silvery strands that grace thy countenance,
The love of nature, the love of outdoors; the sun and wind in thy face,
In the freckles that dot your cheeks; like exquisite lace…
I see laughter, I see joy,
In the lines that crease, when your lips curve up; sweet and coy,
I see a life well lived, a life lived right,
In the softness of thy skin, still smooth and tight.
I’ve seen you grow, I’ve seen the transformation,
The tears, the failures, the challenges, the perspiration…
Girl, you’ve come a long way, from where you began,
And I, your mirror on the wall,
Bare witness to the fears, the heart breaks, the rise, the fall,
The passage of time has made Me, your mirror, your biggest fan!
What does your mirror on the wall show you? Would love to hear your version of this prompt.
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