I am the mirror by the front doorFramed in wood and colorful tilesoval shaped like a long faceShe glances at mebut less these daysI remind her to stand up straightand keep that inner smileLately, I noticeher shoulder droopingSomethings going on.I am the hallway mirrorlight birchwoodgeometric designs engraved in every grainAs she passes by,only her headContinue reading “Reflections”