When I look in the mirror I see the face God gave to me,
passing years, wrinkles, humility and a shadow of His creation,
linked like golden chains with others through humanity.
It is only an image, only a reflection, not an imitation,
Just the weathering of time and mellowing of a younger woman,
carrying the same personality and soul given to me at birth,
Like other images, yet the real me, in every way a human.
Mirror, mirror, smiling from my home here on earth.