The Mirror

The Mirror 

I looked into a mirror 
and wondered what I had seen 
it was a tiny child 
I don’t know where she’d be

She was no more than 3 or 4  
No plight upon her face 
No frets, no worry
An unbridled flurry 
of simple endless grace 

I said dear girl don’t you doubt 
the world is hard to figure out

You’ll find your steps will soon be drawn 
in lines along the sand
In good time it will all unwind 
your mysteries at hand

I looked into a mirror 
and there beside a chair 
there stood this youthful woman 
with baby’s breath amidst her hair

Look at you the old and new 
a speckle of baby blue

A life of dreams sewn in the seams 
of that pure and perfect garb

I said dear woman don’t you worry 
and most of all please no hurry

Beset the fullness of that smile 
all along the spotlight aisles 
yet before your feet

In every fork upon the branch 
this tree has yet to give
A life set down upon a frown 
is not a friends reprieve

I looked into a mirror 
and there held in your arms
a quiet squirming ever yearning 
blossom of your tree

Beset upon your face 
I see that hard held smile
You’ve carried those words ever true 
for this your grandest aisle

I looked into a mirror 
a star filled sky of times
The quest to all 
the worlds
wonders, whats and whys

It’s in this mirror I have seen 
each cloud of doubt pass by...
None were there for long enough 
I am sure I know just why

It’s in that mirror always there 
at the corner of each view
A recalled tiny child 
The child I call you

Copyright © Debra Lynn | Year Posted 2020

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