Mirror

I am your faithful friend, I cannot lie My silver charm waits upon your desire As I stand and wait patiently for you. You look at me, through me as if, as if. As if you wanted to look younger, Sleeker, slimmer. You gaze and gaze. You never talk to me but I look back at you Without wondering, without comment And I am truthful; I am your faithful friend. I cannot lie or be unfaithful but when you Look at me you are unhappy with what You see. You are critical and sigh. I will always be here for you, waiting. My silver charm just a reflection Waiting to make your day seem happy. Apr 2013 Mirror – In memory of Sylvia Plath 1932 - 1963