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.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2019
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