Mirror
I look in the mirror and what do I see
Who is that person looking at me?
I look round the back but no one is there
I don’t recognise, her she gives me a scare.
I check for the glass, my fingers touch it,
It’s cool and it’s silky, but the face does not fit.
Who is this person looking at me?
Nan told me once of the woman in the glass.
‘She gave me a fright I can tell you lass.
I walked past the mirror and what did I see
This old woman standing staring at me.
She came and haunted me every day,
I talked to her nicely and asked her to go away.
Day after day she visited often,
One day my sweet child it will then be your turn.’
I remember my Nan telling me these words,
I look at the reflection and it seems absurd
For standing in the mirror looking at me
Is a woman like my Nan or a facsimile.
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2011
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