Friday, May 26, 2006

Smoke and Mirrors

To see myself as others see me – ah, that would be a trick,
Worthy of a great magician. All I see is the greying hair,
The jaw losing definition, the eyes that look like my mother’s.
But when I look in the mirror of my sons’ eyes,
When they hug me and say, ``silly old woman,’
Voices rich and warm with laughter and love,
I see a reflection I can love too.
Silly old woman, to think I will ever get so crusty,
They won’t want to hug me.

4 Comments:

At 1:19 AM, Blogger Heather Blakey said...

Sometimes when people hold up the mirror here I am in awe of how they see me and wonder if it is me that they are really looking at. Being the recipient of warm hugs is a good measure of the perception of others Gail.

 
At 2:04 AM, Blogger faucon of Sakin'el said...

aye, a 'mirror for observers' as well as a 'mirror for reflection'. As Lois notes, we need a mirrot that reflects the soul, not one limited to the reflection in another's eyes.

 
At 2:07 AM, Blogger faucon of Sakin'el said...

"But when I look in the mirror of my sons’ eyes, When they hug me and say, ``silly old woman,’"

ah -- but then it is 'lantern' you see, not a mirror -- for it is his light shining out to blend with your perceptions that cast away the shadows.

 
At 7:00 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

As I found out in my exercise, there are a hundred different views that people can see, only one of which may be right. I think Lois is right.

 

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