Mirror mirror on the wall,
I don’t look at you at all
I don’t see me, myself and I
Looking back and wondering why.
Never looking directly at me
Why am I afraid of what I see?
My tired eyes, look but skim past
They only wander looking so fast
When I do look close
The thing I see most
Is the lines that show I laugh a lot
And the not the furrows of when I am not
I see the look of love I give to my baby
Not the dreams I think I’ve lost but maybe
Just this once I start to see
The person that is the real me.
The mum that my friends see
A woman, a mother who is strong and free
To fly from her struggles and rise above
Who should give more time to herself and show her more love.