The Mirror…

How do I see myself in that mirror of time?
I look in the mirror and I see my youth, my spirit. That one on one time with the mirror… with my daughters , with my son.

New beginnings. Some treasured, some tough.

My reflection is my son, my daughters. That want, that need, to succeed.. but… it’s so hard. Life hands you one thing after the other…

Mom….. they plead to me…, “I can’t do it…. Anymore.” And I listen, and listen… and when each of them are ready I fold my arms over them….. like an Eagle and promise until my dying day I will carry them”

….and somehow… we make it to tomorrow. Another day.

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

Just remember your kids are your best parts and sometimes all you can do is one day at a time. Nice write