When I was a child <br />the glass on the wall <br />was a mirror of me. <br />I put on faces and hats <br />and spent hours imagining <br /> <br />When I was thirteen <br />I hated the mirror, <br />for it showed me <br />the spots on my face <br />I spent hours attempting to cover. <br /> <br />When I was twenty <br />I would look in the mirror <br />and create each new face <br />that appeared on the stage <br />for the evening performance. <br /> <br />When I was a mother <br />I sat with my daughter <br />and showed her <br />the 'girl in the mirror' <br />and told them both stories. <br /> <br />When my children were grown <br />I met an old lover, who said <br />I was sexy and stood me <br />naked in front of the mirror <br />and forced me to look. <br /> <br />Now that I'm sixty, the image <br />I see depends on the mirror. <br />I like the one in the bedroom <br />because it faces the window <br />and the light is flattering - <br />especially if I take off my glasses.<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-glass-reflections/
