Grace asked us for a Mirror, Mirror poem. I avoid mirrors these days. I hate my hair. I don't even feel like me. People stare at me. Yesterday, was the first time I went to a social gathering, since my accident. Yes, I said this has to end. Life must move forward-so I went to the Art Walk. I was so nervous I forgot my chalk to write poems on the sidewalk. It is just as well, there were so may people I would of been trampled. A yellow piano sat outside and had a sign, 'Play Me'-and people did. There was a fire blower on another street corner, a band performing at the other end of the street. I saw Go Go dancers dressed like it was the 1960s-they had white boots and some Steampunk outfits. The craziest place was a travel agency. They had a jungle maze in the back with stuffed animals and vines. The vines were huge and draped over you, it was narrow and kind of creepy.
Mirror, Mirror on the wall
I feel kind of small
I see new relatives in your view
I look like two cousins I barely knew
My father's widow peak is there
Hey Dad, I still have some black hair
Shocking to look myself in the eyes
I miss my long hair-my disguise
I have Samson tendencies, I do
I miss the girls from Starbucks-the iced brew
I have been a hermit, too long
its time to move forward into my song
I need to dance and find joy
I never wanted to look like a boy
Life tossed me a game of shock
I wish I was home-on my timeworn dock
Chia pet is my new nickname
I know how that sounds-kinda lame.
Okay, I need to stop being Dr. Seuss
I'm no swan-more like Mother Goose.
My spirit says paint a new view
I know stop writing about the color blue.
Look at your inside out
then go live, dream and shout
You are still inside there-
remember it is just hair.