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The Mirror When you were a tiny porcelain doll I held you up to look in the mirror hanging on the wall in my bedroom. You experimented on altering your appearance and giggled at the way your face looked back at us. I joined in with you making your happiness expand to become our happiness. We then would share the joy which appeared every time I was blessed to see into the reality of your world. Your dreams and desires were unlimited. You searched ever-changing horizons, undaunted. Enjoying each exploration till your interest was exhausted, And another quest loomed on your imagination's horizon, beckoning you to examine and challenge it. In the mirror I'd see your reflection running to me gleefully shouting, "Mommy, please open the door!" As life goes on and your years grow with you, The doorknob is no longer out of reach. In my room, the mirror still hangs, not allowed to leave it's coveted place. Though your reflection can no longer be captured on impulses spontaneous necessity, My maternal bliss has not faded. I still share your world Full of quests and adventures. For it is now captured in photographs which hang on the opposite wall Of our mirror. |
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