A poem from moi.
First: My friend Amy Sue Nathan has some fiction up at: http://www.jscribes.com/bubbe-and-the-iphone/
Second: D has written a thinker of a poem here: http://utopianfragments.wordpress.com/
Now, for my poem, which was actually inspired by D’s poem
When I smile and look in the mirror I see every person I love
When I laugh and look in the mirror I see every person who appreciates fun
When I look in the mirror with a frown I see every bitter person I’ve ever met
When I look in the mirror when I’m crying, I see every person who has hurt me or who I have hurt
When I look into the mirror blankly, I see every missed opportunity I had to make peace with another
The only mirror that really matters to me, and the only mirror that tells me the true condition of my soul, are the eyes of my daughter. So far, the reflection is pretty good.
A quote from Jacqueline Kennedy Onasis:
“If you bungle raising your children, I don’t think whatever else you do matters very much.”