Author: Velma Brown
Mirror of life, reflecting a backward look-
i see myself
tiptoeing through yesterday's tulips.
There are no curled corners,
no torn pages there,
only you...with your golden eyes
yet i recall how you made me laugh
when future tears were not yet conceived.
Even now, on looking back,
i see only what love wants me to see;
so i lift tomorrow's mirror...
...and look ahead.
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