My mirror and me

 I look in the mirror and who do I see,

I see the little girl I was, looking back at me
She seems to be saying that I’m happy here, yes I am…
I don’t want to grow up,
Adulting is a scam

I look in the mirror and who do I see,
I see my late mother looking back at me,
Have fun while you’re alive she seems to be saying,
Not point in suffering , baby on the way out
You rather die laughing at your stupidity and solitude …
Than trying to fit in with the world and its clout

I look in the mirror and who do I see,
I see my darling sister looking back at me
She’s wondering when we’ll meet again
Though despite living in different continents..
I could say she’s the pendant
While I’m the chain..
Together we make such a rare and unique gem,
The bonds of which tighten..
Like a stitch on a hem

I look in the mirror and who do I see,
I see my daughters looking straight back at me,
Now I wonder what lesson I will learn
But their smiles and eyes..
Soften my concern.

They’re just happy living their lives, young and free..
Women of strength, security and fortitude
They are already showing up to be

The mirror can relax now,
There’s nothing more to see,
Until my mind wanders and I
Search again for me

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