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I saw a picture of a little girl looking in a mirror and came up with this. |
| Everytime I go into Mommy's room and look into her big, shiny mirror I see a girl, like me, there. When I am happy she is smiling, and laughs with me, other times big tears stain her small cheeks And I wonder why she is sad, am I. We seem to giggle and weep at the same time, each knowing that sitting back to back we can laugh, cry, or just be quiet, as one. I don't know her name, does she know mine or shall we keep that a secret, not to share, make it a game just between us. Is she my twin, or my guardian angel, sent to be my bestest friend when I am lonely, or is it just me, looking back at me, looking back at me...... I know which it is, but for now I just love this game that I play, with my friend in Mommy's big, shiny mirror. |