She stands there and peers into the looking glass,

as her pure white cotton gown sweeps the floor.

Dancing lightly around to a tune only she can hear,

wondering if there is any magic this life has in store.

*

Once upon a time she knew all of the right answers.

she sang to the stars and the man up in the moon.

When daylight rolled across clouds in the morning,

you would find her barefoot on lazy days in June.

*

Walking through magnificent golden fields of wheat,

running her hand along causing waves that bend.

Unattended bales of hay sadly merged in the deep sod,

now caught in strands of dark hair blowing in the wind.

*

Then something happened like a leaf turning, turning,

and that same girl lies in her damp gown on the ground.

Crying tears like rain which ran off to the river's edge,

would the heart heal this pain that makes not a sound.

*

One cannot predict the course our lives may take,

joyful things can be beyond our capability and we cannot.

However we can make concessions and still see beauty,

simply remember picking the hue of daisies you forgot.

*

Suddenly she began to wonder had her life been well-nigh,

did someone, friend or not, spill a tear she failed to kiss away.

And did she recall how to rope the rainbow from the sky,

was someone's hopes held high to capture the sun's rays.

*

People are by far so much more than needful things,

it is the gifted promise in friendship's common share.

take care to smile at strangers, they are someone's loved one,

sometimes we simply need to kneel with them in prayer.

*

She desired if she failed anyone they would absolve her,

had she been the most compassionate friend possible to be.

stopping to embrace one who was in need of human touch,

only then I realized the girl in the looking glass is me.

copyright

Katherine Raborn

1-18-05

"The Face In The Mirror"

Original composition

Bruce Deboer

copyright 2001

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