The mirror

I passed my mirror on the wall,

It stood so proud and strong and tall.

And as I watched, it spoke to me,

"Child, what do you think of me?"

The mirror took me by surprise,

And as I stared in my own eyes,

I said, a little shakily,

"Mirror, what do you wish to be?"

The mirror said, "I wish that I

Could travel under the big blue sky,

and see everything there is to see,

And that is all I wish to be."

I pressed my palm on his design,

And said, "You suit our house just fine.

But mirror, could you please tell me,

when I grow up, what will I be?"

My reflection smiled wide,

A little gleam inside my eye.

"You will be just who you are,

A beautiful girl, a shining star,

But persevere, and do not bend,

Lest your dreams come to an end."

I told him, "You speak such strange words,

How can you know what you've never heard?"

My friend, the mirror, winked at me.

"One day, maybe, you will see."

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