~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 placed it in my pocket, with loving 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 I would not leave behind
Because when I looked into it, it was of my Nan it did remind.
Then the day the mirror was 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 I found and the day the mirror cried.
The years have passed and the mirror I still keep so close to me
I will pass it onto my son when I think he needs to see
It won’t be long over the years I have seen the 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.