The Mirror Poem by Asher Proschansky

A man of forty five
looks to the mirror
a boy of eight looks back
a hand reaches the medicine
cabinet but a much smaller hand
reflects back
the boy had disappeared
for a while, the reflection
became a shell
Perhaps the boy had fallen
into the medicine cabinet
or maybe into a well
the man tried hard to find him
searched inside a book
the boy had always been
in his soul
and only of late did the man
know where to look!