Wednesday, March 08, 2006

i'm finished with the poem that i had been avoiding, yet
working on forever.

this one is very personal, painfully so,
but it needed to be set down on paper



mirror images

she grew up in the mirror
in the upstairs hallway
still touches it with the
forefinger of her left hand
points at the reflection
but refuses to look

she grew up with the girl in the mirror
at first just a tiny finger
barely reaching
even on tiptoes

at seven the first communicant
smiled unaware that ten years along
a wild child with dry eyes
and a wet mouth would touch a forefinger
between those dark eyes
and cock her thumb

grown old in spite of her
and still she touches an aging finger
where those eyes should be
if she was foolish enough to look

4 comments:

Berko Wills said...

Well worth the hesitation and struggle, Sherry, will comment more on PK

Sherry Pasquarello said...

thanks, i fiddled with it a bit more after i posted it, but i'm glad it's done with.

Charlie Tee said...

I really enjoyed that...it's sooo deep.I tell ya Sher, you just move my soul so much.
Gotta tell ya something funny, I'll e-mail you tomorrow.Love ya,CT
ps.give Bob a hug from Sara Sue.

Sherry Pasquarello said...

hiya charlie! i am pleased that you liked this, it was a very difficult thing.

i'll tell bob, he's in the kitchen using a small tin can as a hockey puck. he is really growing fast, he's lost that fluffy baby kitty look. : )