Dear Mirror

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?