Wordsmith at work

Mirror mirror on the wall, I think you don’t quite see it all Silvered and salted hair I’d fain conceal But my tender heart Bydeeds I shall reveal. Zeroing in on that extra inch or curve  On the surface can’t you discern that steely nerve? You dwell upon line and wrinkle But don’t you miss the merry eyes that twinkle? Never mind that double chin There is a gentle woman hidden deep within My jeans alas have gone three sizes larger I don’t think I can stretch them any farther. Mirror, dear mirror, My sagging figure and face I know too well have sadly fallen from grace But underneath that drab and flab you see Is a beautiful , warm and spirited me. A daughter , a wife , a sister or a mother To my parents, husband, children or brother I bring to all I do the feminine touch If not for me, their lives would lose so much. One day at a time is all to which I aspire In your esteem may I rise just a little higher? ...

1.        Walking down memory lane,                                               My heart wrenches in nostalgic pain, At the thought it'll never, ever happen again. My mind's eye sees flashes Of faces and places long gone by... Of classrooms and teachers; Of ribbons and tiffins; Of long, lazy summers and cosy, cuddled-up winters; Of fairytale books and furtive looks; Of junk food and pickles; Of crushes and puppy love. Of gully cricket; Of being bitten by the chicken-pox bug; Of lectures bunked and subjects, well, - almost flunked Of college picnics and movie tickets; Of church choirs and sitting round the fire. The voices, the choices, the favourite haunts With friends I hung out ...