I look in the mirror and smile
Examining the skin and wrinkles
I look closely at the eyes
Measuring the mouth, nose and chin
I recognise the face in the mirror
I have seen him for years
But not known him
I have shaved him for years
Disavowing him
The anger, choking
The disappointment, crushing
But the years have aged his face
And so have they mellowed his minds
Birth and Death
Have welled-over the tears
Which have run down these cheeks
And now, reconciliation
Becoming acceptance
I look in the mirror and smile
I like who I see smiling back
I look into his eyes and smile
I know the man looking back
I have met this man
And he is family
Comment by marion barnett — March 22, 2008 @ 6:07 pm