Reflections

When I look in the mirror

I'm not looking back.

I see a reflection of what has been,

a mirror looking into the past.

One with no troubles

that is free.

I see a little girl,

in a pink bathing suit,

who is looking back

at me.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

To be young and no fear of tomorrow. A beautiful poem. The past seem better as time lead us into dark water. A excellent poem. Complete poem was very good. Thank you.
Coyote