Poem by my Great Niece - Kitty Cotton aged 12 years.
I was on the beach the other day,
and I found a mirror.
Not a scratch, did it have.
Not a reflection, was to be seen.
But a picture covered the glass,
a picture of the sea, blue and bare.
What to do with this magical mirror, I thought,
Give it back to the sea?
A gift for a Mother of mine?
Or a ‘Something’ for me?
I will give it back to the sea,
To sit amongst the dancing waters,
this moment will stay with me.
© Kitty Cotton
(Ernestine Northover)
I am only submitting infrequently now as I'm now retired, and paradoxically, busier than ever...but I still always look for your poetry and I see your poetry gene has been passed on............best wishes Bill Mitton
Hello again Ernestine This poem is beautiful, it's like delicate lace, but oh, so evocative. I hope you are still well and enjoying your grandchildren. Bill Mitton
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
(Mirror by Ernestine Northover.) **Many would have kept the mirror as a special artifact. It was a unique decision to want to give back.