Reflection

Reflections Looking into the mirror I see a face. With time each line is a resemblance of a race. The races are sometimes long and short the lines reflecting on a time I won an inward war. Looking into the mirror I am starting to see this young face change slowly into a memory. The memories of being young and nieve, moments of youthful happiness and timeless grief. Looking into the mirror I touch the glass and looking back I am alive in this reflection.. Unparalleled though I touch the glass frame of a father I lost but looking back he is in a place I cannot touch. He cannot touch the frame back on the other side but keeps that smile in that frame- a moment frozen in time. Looking on, today, will just be a moment captured somewhere in a frame. Another year that passes is another earned wrinkle on my face. But each race I run and each moment That will be .. Can be a reflection placed in a timeless album about my life for my children to see....