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~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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