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Stepping Through the Mirror

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .

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Days of happiness,

mingled with days of sadness,

always some memory –

to send clouds upon a sunny day.

The sun shone bright

and then the rains would come,

she often wondered,

what life was really all about -

Was she meant to live it all alone?

Love to her had been fickle at best

and she sent away all the rest,

spending her days in memories.

Until the day she looked deep into the mirror,

with photo album in hand,

she stood staring at the looking glass,

she could almost imagine,

stepping into her photos,

that brought back -

so many wonderful days from the past.

Then she looked at her reflection,

the years had been kind,

but oh, to step back -

into a different time.

Into a fantasy of yesterday,

taking a walk through the past,

perhaps then at last –

she’d be able to put sadness behind.

Putting the album aside,

she lay down and closed her eyes,

then like Alice stepping through the looking glass,

she saw herself -

passing through time.

There before was her past

and she smiled,

soon she was in dreamland.

Once again the years had flown,

through the space of time

and she relived the memories -

left long behind.

It was like dancing,

across the heavens,

so many special smiles –

hands reaching in greeting.

When she awoke,

it was with a smile,

she was glad to be at home,

time spent in memories,

is fine for awhile,

making one smile.

making the heart gladder –

to have seen those she loved,

but life must go on,

so many more memories ahead,

just a comforting thought –

that for a moment she had returned in time.

© 2018 Gypsy Rose Lee

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