Mirror

I wrote it after my mom died and I had to move…
There is a warm soft daybed with a huge mirror.
Joyful sounds of kids running through the halls.
Christmas dinners full of love and feeling safe.
My past is trapped there in the mirror.
The room is full of love, sadness, anger, care, and joy.
So many times I’ve walked past that mirror.
Sometimes I would be mad, upset, and even depressed
But there has also been alot of happiness seen in that mirror.
The only thing is I can’t take those memories with me.
I hope someday they will be set free
Of that old mirror on the wall filled with my past.

By rebecca ben
Published: 4/24/2007 		Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
 
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