By Elaine O’Hara
Mirror, mirror , on the wall
Who’s the fairest of them all?
Such a harsh reality.
See so much of words unspoken. Lost chances. Eager anticipation on their face. All wanting the seal of approval before they set off on their day’s journey. Want so much to say so much but its their words that come out. Full of secrets, dreams and hopes. Watched them all grow up over the generations. We sat pride of place above the fireplace.
So many stories I could tell. I’ve seen them come and go. The heartbreak. The sadness. The good times. The bad. I’ve seen it all.
Oh, I’ve taken a tumble, have a few scratches. I belonged to the lady of the house, was an engagement present from her parents. I’ve seen them all leave. I was there that morning he gave her away. Such beauty, such innocence. Who knew what lay ahead.
I watch glimpses of their lives, making up the bits in between. Want so much to say: I believe in you. I’ll always be here. I’ll never leave. Your secrets are safe with me.
Tired eyes so full of sorrow. Sunshine bleaming through the window. House silent…just your sobs echo about the room. I watch you sitting there writing something. I long to tell you everything is going to be alright. You’re a strong, confident lady. I’ve watched you growing up from a baby to a young woman. Children of your own now. You’re doing an amazing job.
I hear them talking about you when you leave the room. Their worries, hopes, dreams. Never pity. I see the pain in your eyes behind the make-up.