Talking to a Mirror
I am seeing what you see,
Oh! My dear old broken mirror,
yet I am confused.
I see the leafs of time gently touching my face
as it with each small stroke and kiss,
of every hour and every day
they could paint fine lines
on my dumbfounded face.
Just like a mask I involuntarily placed on.
A new me, a new us…
And I see you when I look at myself,
I see my dad, my mother,
and all of us out there,
who had reached 20
in a decade
or so…
Yes, we all have met
the surgical knife of time,
and it is here to stay.
But there’s no reason to fret,
or whine about it…
See, the knife of time
is molding your body and your face
into a smile or a frown
much like carving a pumpkin
in Hallowing Town.
But there’s no need to panic
it’s just part of our life,
growing old, bold, and wise
even witty and naughty, sometimes.
That’s life…
And there’s still
so much for you a head,
so much you can offer,
I can only guess,
and so much to give…
Be glad to have experienced
such a joyful life
I am a fair witness,
that with each soft kiss
you give to your child
on their birthday
or to your mother on yours,
Time cunningly comes by
To hug you and kiss you back.
And later one by one
invisible lines
like magic roots
will grow all over you,
like orchids and lilacs
growing and blooming
in the beautiful garden
that you’ve become.
Orchids don’t enjoy the sun.
_Not so much;
And might even have a not so uniform shape.
Yet they seem more striking each day…
So you see?
Oh, mirror, dear friend!
Things can be different and the same…
But don’t stop smiling.
Not yet.
Let the light of all those years,
the experiences, and the memories, my dear
be drawn into your striking eyes
and into your remarkable smile.
Let the shape of naïveté and joyful youth
take a better form to a new you;
Self-assured, word savvy, and smarter you.
_You are a Star.
And you will keep inside and forever
that eternal youth
we all seek in the outside,
thru a wide mirror standing by…
By Evelyn R.L.
The Writer's Nook by Evelyn Rodriguez 