Reflections in a Mirror
My daytime and nighttime are always the same.
Over and over, nothing ever changes.
I am waiting, always waiting.
That’s all I’ve ever done, wait my whole life…
In the distance, there’s a mirror.
An illusion, floating, lost in mist,
I look deeper, hoping to find myself, but I don’t.
For I have become like the mirror, just a reflection.
I still have the most delicious
memories held in my heart.
Memories that no one but me can have and keep.
Some are so very sweet, some bitterly sad.
Growing up, growing old. It happened too fast.
I remember many things! Love being at the top.
But First love was the most precious memory.
Life revolves around your heart’s desire.
Your breath caught at the sight of him.
A look, a touch, the brush of his fingertips.
The first time he held your hand or put his arm around you.
Loves first sweet desire… terrified me.
The first kiss? I cover my face to hide from my blush.
But your first love isn’t always the love of your life.
That’s the one who stands with you in good times and bad.
Helps raise your children to be good men and women.
I smile over those memories, for they were lovely.
I began in sorrow, but now I feel peace.
blessed be
Garnet
I hope you’re doing alright!
