'mirror'
When I look in the mirror I see
Imperfection but I also see beauty
God's handywork in progress
He chose every part of me it's my choice to love what He has blessed me with
These grey hairs they are counted by the Master
These hazel eyes that needs a little help to see far, were meticulously chosen just for me
There is even a line that some would suggest I smile to hide it; in between my eyes
But it is what defines me
They sometimes say I am looking more and more like my mom
Not sure if that is a good thing
But I am me
Still learning, still growing
In between all the flaws and mistakes I have made
God somehow chose every part and said it's a perfect mould we don't need another sample
How can I not love what I see in the mirror?
©wilmaneels
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Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2022
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