Mirror Mirror Who Is That
Mirror, Mirror, Who Is That?
Who is that
Sleeping close enough
To dream of kissing my nose…?
Well, almost…
Who is that who keeps inside
Of him the man I’ve loved
For more than forty years?
Who is that whose hair — once mink brown —
Appears whiter these days…now blending with
Pillowcase white at night?
Who is that who’s kidnapped
My darling, young husband, bearing
— I thought — the stregth of youth for all of life?
With the decades passing…with their toll on
Our looks, bones, and veins, along comes this
Rage! How each night it thieves a bit of youth
for a ransom of age!
Who is that, then, who could ask who I am?
My heart’s love — just as his — is deeper, no older
Than when we met and married …still keeping
Each new dawn full with hope, and for our life ahead,
we still author dreams’ envisioning.
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(c) sally yougeslinger 11/17/2023
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