Mirror Grows Up

Girl standing on tiptoe to see her reflection
in the grown-up glass

Teen crying over ravages of acne
on her nose, her neck, her back

Bride at home wedding, same mirror
as this morning, but suddenly she’s changed

Single mom, single crease forming
over her left eyebrow, souvenir of divorce

Second time’s the charm, as she eases back
greying bangs from her smiling face

And just this morning, taking stock
More circles than a box of Cheerios
More wrinkles than a pug puppy
More fire in her eyes than Mrs. O’Leary’s cow ever wrought
More twinkle than Tinkerbell
More love than she thought she’d ever have

All shining back as her husband slips his arm around her,
whispering, “Love how you look today, babe.”

© Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

From a prompt about mirrors at my poetic home, Poets United.