My Reflection
She laughs and puts her palm in mine
She gives a laugh; her green eyes shine
Her father holds her in his arms
Her mother’s singing works its charms
She’s been washed up and been dressed down
Her father tops her with a crown
“My Little Princess!” he declares
She smiles though she’s unawares
She gives a yawn and then nods off
“She’s sleepy dear,” her mother scoffs
She gathers her up and takes her away
And I have no reason left to stay
I only come when she is near
And so I wait till she is here…
……
She rushes in and takes a glance
Her eyes are blank; she’s in a trance
She slightly frowns then shakes her head
She doesn’t like me now, instead
She wishes I looked more like those
Who own new things, expensive clothes
Her mother doesn’t understand
Her father’s never close at hand
He left the house eight years ago,
And comes every other week or so
Though she still wishes that he’d stay…
Her mother calls, “He’s on his way!”
Her head on mine, she tries to breathe,
She smiles sadly, then she leaves
And so I must go on as well
Wondering what she wouldn’t tell…
……
She storms inside, tears in her eyes
She screams, but no one hears her cries
I do the same; I have no choice
We match in looks, in style, in voice
Our fingers touch but that is all
When suddenly, we let them fall
Still shaking, she gets to her feet
I rise up too, and our eyes meet
Her face could cause a heart to break
But she feels she’s just a mistake
She scorns me, looking with disgust
Not even I have kept her trust
Her fists clinch as she disappears
I’ve just confirmed her greatest fears…
……
She quickly shuffles through the door
She won’t look at me anymore
She runs her brush through her tangled hair
Then puts it down with a thoughtful stare
She pauses, and then breathes in deep
Letting all her emotions seep
Her fingers flex as they move
Towards the one thing left to prove
One hand extended for the other
As we glance at one another
And suddenly, two smiles replace
The frowns that once were on this face
The one that we both have to share
Two equal halves; part of a pair
Negative thoughts placed on a shelf
By accepting me, she accepts herself…
She gives a laugh; her green eyes shine
Her father holds her in his arms
Her mother’s singing works its charms
She’s been washed up and been dressed down
Her father tops her with a crown
“My Little Princess!” he declares
She smiles though she’s unawares
She gives a yawn and then nods off
“She’s sleepy dear,” her mother scoffs
She gathers her up and takes her away
And I have no reason left to stay
I only come when she is near
And so I wait till she is here…
……
She rushes in and takes a glance
Her eyes are blank; she’s in a trance
She slightly frowns then shakes her head
She doesn’t like me now, instead
She wishes I looked more like those
Who own new things, expensive clothes
Her mother doesn’t understand
Her father’s never close at hand
He left the house eight years ago,
And comes every other week or so
Though she still wishes that he’d stay…
Her mother calls, “He’s on his way!”
Her head on mine, she tries to breathe,
She smiles sadly, then she leaves
And so I must go on as well
Wondering what she wouldn’t tell…
……
She storms inside, tears in her eyes
She screams, but no one hears her cries
I do the same; I have no choice
We match in looks, in style, in voice
Our fingers touch but that is all
When suddenly, we let them fall
Still shaking, she gets to her feet
I rise up too, and our eyes meet
Her face could cause a heart to break
But she feels she’s just a mistake
She scorns me, looking with disgust
Not even I have kept her trust
Her fists clinch as she disappears
I’ve just confirmed her greatest fears…
……
She quickly shuffles through the door
She won’t look at me anymore
She runs her brush through her tangled hair
Then puts it down with a thoughtful stare
She pauses, and then breathes in deep
Letting all her emotions seep
Her fingers flex as they move
Towards the one thing left to prove
One hand extended for the other
As we glance at one another
And suddenly, two smiles replace
The frowns that once were on this face
The one that we both have to share
Two equal halves; part of a pair
Negative thoughts placed on a shelf
By accepting me, she accepts herself…