The baby in the looking-glass <br />Is smiling through at me; <br />She has her teaspoon in her hand, <br />Her feeder on for tea. <br /> <br />And if I look behind her I <br />Can see the table spread; <br />I wonder if she has to eat <br />The nasty crusts of bread. <br /> <br />Her doll, like mine, is sitting close <br />Beside her special chair, <br />She has a pussy on her lap; <br />It must be my cup there. <br /> <br />Her picture-book is on the floor, <br />The cover's just the same; <br />And tidily upon the shelf <br />I see my Ninepin game. <br /> <br />O baby in the looking-glass, <br />Come through and play with me, <br />And if you will, I promise, dear, <br />To eat your crusts at tea.<br /><br />Katherine Mansfield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lonesome-child/
