It hangs above an old dresser, painted white and made like new.
A backdrop of light lilac, softens and surrounds its frame.
The mirror has seen life come, on the wall when life was new:
A third-time mother waited, and filled the dresser drawers,
day-dreaming in the mirror, wistful eyes on her stomach.
A new infant lay below, tucked into tiny diapers,
little hands by the mirror, ready to grow and become.
A baby sat up laughing, and kissing her reflection,
while the mother took photos, of the mirror full of smiles.
Now the baby toddles in, holding onto mother’s hand,
bedtime on another night, the mirror bathed in evening.
Time goes by in the mirror, and the mother soaks it in.
The Mirror, pastel sketch on card
gorgeous…