Everytime I go into Mommy's room and look
into her big, shiny mirror
I see a girl, like me, there.
When I am happy she is smiling and laughs with me,
other times big tears stain her small cheeks
and I wonder why she is sad, am I.
We seem to giggle and weep at the same time,
each knowing
that sitting back to back we can laugh, cry, or just sit.
I don't know her name, does she know mine, or
shall we keep that a secret, not to share, make
it a game between just the two of us.
Is she my twin or my guardian angel, sent
to be my bestest friend when I need her, or is it just me looking back at me, looking back at me....
I truely know which it is, but
I just love this game that I play with my friend,
in Mommy's big, shiny mirror.
Author notes
I just saw a sad little girl in that mirror.
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Sincere
This write is filled with sincerity and real emotion of a child. Both clever and imaginative. Thanks for your entry... x Butterfly.
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Well done
Oh yes, it is so much a fantasy, and place for dreams to happen. Who can not say they ahve not looked and made connections to that chich waits for us? I love the perspective here...the child knowing more than adults ever could. Of course, even as an adult, I have had long talks with that reflection. *smile*
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This is interesting. I've heard that children who had an unborn twin with them in the womb (who didn't survive) like to look and play in mirrors as if that really is another person, the one they're looking for. All the best, ea
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