Sunlite Wanter Poet Free verse

The Mirror

Must the antique mirror be re-silvered?
Its carved ornate gold frame be replaced?
Will its reflections disappear into some smoky haze?
Where Grandpa and his pipe smoke are rising?
Grandma holding sister in her Christening dress,

And Mother’s face on mine.

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Funom Makama July 30, 2019 at 1:21 PM Your consistency makes your already wonderful craft majestic. Yet another lovely piece. This is really great..

Silent One July 22, 2019 at 5:01 PM Interesting questions.. Sunlite Wanter July 23, 2019 at 12:19 PM Yes, I agree with you.

Demetrios Trifiatis July 22, 2019 at 12:47 PM Amazing writing ! Deep , dearest Sunlite! Sunlite Wanter July 23, 2019 at 12:16 PM I really appreciate that, Demetrios.

Richard Lamoureux July 22, 2019 at 7:25 AM I really like this piece. Nostalgic and reflective! Sunlite Wanter July 23, 2019 at 12:16 PM So nice of you, Richard.

Sand Blown July 21, 2019 at 10:19 PM there's nothing like one of those old early mirrors with the distorted glass and image Sunlite Wanter July 23, 2019 at 12:15 PM You're so right! Thank you.