Through the looking glass.


I saw a picture of myself only eighteen young
Tried to imagine me as older as the chorus sung

I laid it down and left the thought walking down the hall
Only to find an old woman there hanging on the wall

Her eyes were hazel just like mine, hair was white as snow
Same old smile I've seen before and one I've come to know

Cheeks were full and plump with joy, rosier than I've seen
She had character of something I've only known to be a queen

We sat and talked for what seemed hours as I made a pot of tea
She told me sweetly that I'd one day learn that she was me

I laughed and told her she was silly, but secretly I shivered
I knew this was no coincidence, and knew I'd be delivered

She blinked those lashes down on me and things became clearer
All along I was seeing the future in my hallway mirror

Comments

SharoninWonderland said…
Photo Credit:
http://browse.deviantart.com/photography/?qh=&section=&q=mirror#/dkpu2y
May 29, 2010 at 1:04 AM
Anonymous said…
Lovely
May 29, 2010 at 4:04 AM
Fireblossom said…
I have somtimes had this same thought...what would it be like if ne's older self could meet one's younger self, and vice versa? I liked the shivering/delivering rhyme!
May 29, 2010 at 5:56 AM
Rathi said…
Beautifully done....
May 29, 2010 at 11:26 AM
SharoninWonderland said…
Wow guys this means alot! I am very proud of this one. I love it!!! And I love y'all!!
May 30, 2010 at 2:01 AM
Christy said…
Love you and your blog...
May 31, 2010 at 11:59 PM
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