2010/09/09 Privilege Poem by Margaret Alice

That time of the day again when there is a stranger
in the mirror, she looks good in my clothes and she
likes me, she catches the setting sun and she sparkles
in green adorned with silver, she smiles a lot and she
dreams softly, whispering that she is my friend, I want
her to take over my life but she will not stay, I enjoy her
presence so much, when I play André Rieu she dances
to every song and takes me along – only I am her only
audience and she says that is enough, I wish I could
present her in my place, but she says she lives some-
where else and people scare her, she is never around
when others appear, but just having her to myself is
privilege enough…