What Do You See?

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Look into the mirror;

Tell me what do you see?

I always saw ugliness:

I wished that wasn’t me.

To look at others wasn’t as hard.

They always seemed so pretty.

In fashion clothes, they’d always tend,

To look at me in pity.

I wondered what did they see.

Was it like in stories of old?

A wicked witch?, An Ugly Troll?

An Ogre? Beast? Did they behold?

So then I asked my children,

To tell me what they saw.

They told me they see their mummy.

Whom they love to the very core.

So i may not be Cinderella.

Sleeping Beauty or Snow White.

I’m more important to them than anyone.

When i kiss them and tell them Goodnight.


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