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Mirror In My Pocket

~Mirror in my pocket~
Many years ago my Nana gave to me
A little pocket mirror, and she told me I would see
“See what Nan” I asked looking deep into the smokey glass
“You will see yourself” she smiled, and called me her "lovely lass"

It is a mirror so what did she mean, yet my Nan was very wise
And looking into the mirror, I didn’t recognise my eyes
Is this a trick I asked my Nan, while looking deep into the glass?
No trick lass, just a mirror but take heed of what comes to pass.

I slipped it in my pocket, thanked her and said goodbye
On the journey home I looked into the mirror, and it made me cry
Deep into the smokey glass I peered, but nothing I could see
No reflection of myself and I wondered how that could be.

 A woman then looked out of the glass, tears pooled in the saddened eyes
A face that was not my own, it was my Nan to my great surprise
She smiled and disappeared, my own reflection replaced hers there
Shocked and surprised, I replaced the mirror, with tender care.

I reached my home sixty miles away and lifted out the glass
A woman that resembled me smiled, and I wondered what had come to pass
Weeks did pass my mirror became a treasure never left behind
Because when I looked into it, it was of my Nan it did remind.
 
Then the day, I saw the mirror so grey and full of gloom
I peered into it knowing there was some impending doom
My Nans face appeared, and with tears she mouthed goodbye
That was the day she died, and the day the mirror cried.

The mirror, I keep close, as she did,it means so much to me
I will pass it onto my son when I think he needs to see
To the woman i loved and miss, my reflection changed slow-ly
It’s now the same one looking out, as when my Nan gave the mirror to me.

Time has passed the years have gone, my mirror is smokey grey
I’ll pass it on to my son so he can be ready for the day.
I took heed of the mirror over the years and what comes to pass
I saw that we all grow old and my Nan showed me, with a looking glass.
©1/10/2012 ~GG~




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  1. Date: 10/19/2012 7:41:00 AM

    Thanking you today for your comments on my writing Mandy. I hope you have a very pleasant weekend and I wish to see more of your work next week. Love, Carol XXXX

  1. Date: 10/2/2012 5:51:00 AM

    Captivating till the end..thnx for sharing,!! Jag

  1. Date: 10/1/2012 7:48:00 PM

    Mandy; this is a beautiful story/poem about the mirror in your pocket. Thanks for sharing it with us. God bless you. Lucy

  1. Date: 10/1/2012 10:45:00 AM

    A story full of insight and wisdom....Always enjoy reading ur writings ....thanks ...:)))))

  1. Date: 10/1/2012 10:41:00 AM

    Great memories from a wise and kind Nana. (Seems I've read that you have birthdays today .....) Happy Birthday Mandy!!! - oxox love Anne-Lise :)

  1. Date: 10/1/2012 7:23:00 AM

    This s a very beautiful tale your have written here my friend! I really enjoyed reading this incredible poem this morning! What an insightful write you have brought to us! What a wonderful piece, Great Work!!

    Tams The Golden Girl Avatar Mandy Tams The Golden Girl
    Date: 10/1/2012 7:37:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    oh well Russell sleepless nights must be good for somthing then I don't feel so bad nowconsidering I wrote it a 3am this morn. Thank you i appreciate your lovely comment xx
  1. Date: 10/1/2012 7:17:00 AM

    your nan's was sure wise, very much like you in this poem, a reflection indeed of profoundness and compassion.. love this Mandy, soup mail

    Tams The Golden Girl Avatar Mandy Tams The Golden Girl
    Date: 10/1/2012 7:38:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    My nan was my world, I wuld drive every weekend sisty mile to see them, I was devasted when both my nan and grandad died in the same week and I miss then still harry xx