The space betweenme and the mirrorholds assumptions,questions, a palette of colors that promisethey can paint awaymy imperfections. 
In the vanity of brushestime sings of a muchyounger me, but the mirror is patient as it waits for myeyes to look intoits silver frame of reality.
In the rawness of morningwhen I look into the mirrorI see my dad, my mother’sbluntness, my daughter who now travels across the moon.
I am growing more graciouswith the woman in the mirror.I will never grow younger,but I can grow bolder.
There’s no expiration dateon a dream or a day thereisn’t something to learn.
Mirror, I don’t seek you asoften as I once did…I nowspend my time trying to be a person who reflectsthe spirit of the best in me. 

©Susie Clevenger 2025
What's Going On? ~ Mirrors