The space between
me and the mirror
holds assumptions,
questions, a palette
of colors that promise
they can paint away
my imperfections.
In the vanity of brushes
time sings of a much
younger me, but the
mirror is patient
as it waits for my
eyes to look into
its silver frame of reality.
In the rawness of morning
when I look into the mirror
I see my dad, my mother’s
bluntness, my daughter
who now travels across the moon.
I am growing more gracious
with the woman in the mirror.
I will never grow younger,
but I can grow bolder.
There’s no expiration date
on a dream or a day there
isn’t something to learn.
Mirror, I don’t seek you as
often as I once did…I now
spend my time trying to
be a person who reflects
the spirit of the best in me.
©Susie Clevenger 2025
Comments
with the woman in the mirror.
I will never grow younger,
but I can grow bolder."
WOW!! How I love this! And the entire poem speaks to me, brushes and all. Thank you for bringing this poem here.
There’s no expiration date
on a dream or a day there
isn’t something to learn."
"In the rawness of morning
when I look into the mirror
I see my dad, my mother’s
bluntness, my daughter
who now travels across the moon."
I identify with those lines as well. I have now lived longer than either one of my parents, but ...... I do look in the mirror now and see my mother in so many ways. I feel that if I reach out to the mirror I will touch HER and not me, but (as I wrote in my own poem to this prompt) I am now comfortable with that!
Thank you for this wonderful poem!
There’s no expiration date
on a dream