That Funny Mirror

Innocence is in the eye of the beholder.

That funny old mirror

the one that watches me

 

 

"What did you say, dear?"

asks my mommy absently.

 

 

The one in the hall, right next to my door

Every time I pass, I see it more and more.

 

 

"What do you see?" asks my mommy curiously.

 

 

A silly old man with a tall black hat.

He smiles and whispers when I take a nap.

 

 

"What do you mean?" asks my mommy cautiously.

 

 

He tells me fun stories of angels and demons.

And how I'm so special because I can see him.

 

 

"Now, that's enough. Don't lie to me. Or you'll have no dinner!"

snaps my mommy furiously.

 

 

But, mom, I don't lie. Come see, it's a fact.

I'll show you the mirror, the man and his hat.

 

 

See, look for yourself. Is he there yet?

I think he'll be glad for you to have met.

 

 

"Why, yes. I do see him. He's talking quite low. 

I'll have to lean in, just a little bit more."

 

 

That funny old mirror

the one that watches me.

 

 

I guess he got lonely as one tends to be.

 

 

Don't stand too close or he'll grab you right quick.

Like he did mommy, when she fell for his trick.

 

 

But it's okay. He's still my friend. 

And I still see my mommy now and again.

Reviews

[bee]

How creepy, but an intriguing story!