Reflection
I look at my reflection;
through the mirror;
dull gloomy eyes;
frowning;
messy hair;
dry lips;
shabby clothes;
slightly wrinkled face;
worn out self.
And
Who is this young girl?
I’m seeing behind me;
holding my husband’s hand;
with a tiara on head;
wearing a white frock ;
with white veil;
holding fresh bunch of flowers;
Oh! That smile, spreads an aura of energy,
who is she?
framed in an old photograph;
from the bedside table;
turned toward me.
Wrote for Juxtaposition Poetry Contest
On 24 November 2020
Sponsored by Silent One
Placed 2nd in the contest
Copyright © Rasitha Ranasinghe | Year Posted 2020
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