A Glass Eye Poem by Frederick Nellist

I am a mirror on the bath room wall
Patiently waiting for people to call
Occasionally someone gives me a clean
I need it after the sights I've seen.

Fist today after the alarm has rung
It's father with a stuck out tongue
He stands close his face up to mine
Trying to shave and smoke a woodbine.

The next to look smiles in my face
Mother usually the first to surface
She's drinking tea from a full cup
At the same time applying make-up.

The door bursts open, the two girls
Both of them naked doing their twirls
Pushing and shoving in my face peer
I see well but thankfully can't hear.

Here comes the son his face in a twist
Looks for black heads, one he missed
Always seems to be picking his nose
Flexing his muscles he loves to pose.

Now here comes grandma, fairest of all
She takes her time, the last to call
Picks up a glass from down beneath
using a finger, stirs her false teeth.