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Ernestine Northover

(25th March 1943)

Reflection


Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why do I look in you, at all,
For all I see is the same old me,
And not how I so want to be.

Mirror, mirror on the stairs,
Why do you show me many years,
A face with wrinkles everywhere,
Would anybody like my share.

Mirror, mirror near my bed,
In you I look with certain dread,
For creams and potions just don't work,
Behind them still the wrinkles lurk.

Mirror, mirror in the hall,
Seeing you makes me recall,
That I am now of senior age,
Well stuck into the wrinkles stage.

Mirror, mirror by the door,
How I hate you more and more,
I'm having to look the other way,
When my reflection's on display.

Submitted: Monday, April 03, 2006

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  • Andrew Blakemore (6/25/2009 9:20:00 AM)

    A wonderful and witty poem Ernestine. I think this is why God makes your eyesight worse as you get older so you can't see the wrinkles. Love, Andy xx (Report) Reply

  • Alison Cassidy (8/25/2006 1:07:00 AM)

    Ernestine,
    I loved this poem, and I identify with it. Mirrors - cruel indeed, especially those ones at the department store! Then it occurs to me that I have always seen the negatives in the glass, even when they were outweighed by positives. Now I just take off my glasses and use nature's own wrinkle-filter. Warmly (and blindly) Alison (Report) Reply

  • Emma Johnson (4/21/2006 9:24:00 AM)

    I fully agree with Gina. I think people are what they say and what they do and no matter how much advanced in age they are, their inner beauty turns any wrinkles present into attractive features. Look at Sean Connery, Ernestine. He is beautiful because his inner beauty shines through not becuase of his looks. If we ever meet, I shall see the beauty of your words interwoven in fascinating forms in your face. I have a beautiful mental picture of you. Susie xxx. (Report) Reply

  • Gina Onyemaechi (4/9/2006 1:10:00 PM)

    A mirror reflecting inner beauty would paint a completely different picture, speaker (are you the speaker, Ernestine?) . With warmth, Gina. (Report) Reply

  • Scarlett Treat (4/3/2006 11:53:00 PM)

    Remember what I told you? It's my face, and I don't mind it - - it may bother you, but I'm behind it! ! Love you dear Ernestine, and you must learn to get behind that beautiful character-filled face and not mind it. Scarlett (Report) Reply

  • Esther Leclerc (4/3/2006 7:44:00 PM)

    You beauty-girl! That's all anyone sees in you, Ernestine! Thank you for being you. Esther : ] (Report) Reply

  • Hugh Cobb (4/3/2006 7:05:00 PM)

    Fine write, Ernestine, but remember that is just attachment to an image of a prior self. Be who you are, let your spirit shine through and others will not behold the wrinkles that you do! All they will perceive then is the light that emanates from your very being and that is pure beauty of the Soul.

    Best,

    Hugh (Report) Reply

  • kskdnj sajn (4/3/2006 6:34:00 PM)

    mirror, mirror in my purse,
    to keep you is my future curse,
    as each day I look into you,
    something different...
    for me to view.

    hehe.. Enjoyed the poem Ernestine! :) (Report) Reply

  • Duncan Wyllie (4/3/2006 3:41:00 PM)

    And here is a true reflection of the real you: Look carefully.Can you see it? Yes it's the way you make me feel with your warm heart, see the mist breaking away? I think that the reflection is called............................'Wonderful'
    No cream could ever cover that up Ernestine.
    Love Duncan (Report) Reply

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