Mirror Mirror Who Is That

Mirror, Mirror, Who Is That? Who is that Sleeping close enough To dream of kissing my nose…? Well, almost… Who is that who keeps inside Of him the man I’ve loved For more than forty years? Who is that whose hair — once mink brown — Appears whiter these days…now blending with Pillowcase white at night? Who is that who’s kidnapped My darling, young husband, bearing — I thought — the stregth of youth for all of life? With the decades passing…with their toll on Our looks, bones, and veins, along comes this Rage! How each night it thieves a bit of youth for a ransom of age! Who is that, then, who could ask who I am? My heart’s love — just as his — is deeper, no older Than when we met and married …still keeping Each new dawn full with hope, and for our life ahead, we still author dreams’ envisioning. ————————————————————————- (c) sally yougeslinger 11/17/2023