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