My Image and I
From across the room, my reflection shines to me.
The mirror shows the same girl I've always been.
I smile at her, and joyful eyes welcome me in.
As I approach this glass toward my living portrait,
with each step I see the years that have gone by.
Forty-six unfold before me, by my last stride.
Leaning up close, tiny rivers flow under my eyes,
my skin tone has darkened, and I have less hair.
Not Snow White, and 'of them all', I'm not most fair.
I gaze into my eyes, looking for sympathy ...
I see love and pain, peace and courage instead.
Vanity loves new buds, hating blossoms with dread.
I stand back now, at ease, remembering myself;
but before I kiss this reflection goodbye -
We share a hearty laugh, my image and I.
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