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Mirror, Mirror, On My Wall
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Mirror, Mirror on my wall
you show the truth
and that’s not all;
others now appear to be
reflected there looking back at me.
Changing at increasing pace,
I see the past in my aging face;
it brings memories,
of days gone by
when youth looked back.
But now a sigh
escapes me,
as I turn to grab more cream,
more saving grace;
make-up to soften this place
where Grandma’s smile
and Mom’s sweet eyes,
have become my own.
The years are taking my youth away,
but my history still lives;
it laughs to see the girl that was
and the woman I am today,
is in the faces of the women
of yesterday.
Carolyn Brunelle
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