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All content © Copyright Clare Selley 2010

Poetry | Mirror Image

Who is that person who I can see?
Through that glass, over there, studying me?
She's got my clothes, my eyes and my hair,
But I'm over here, I'm not over there!
I haven't a sister, a twin or a brother,
That person's too young for my dad or my mother,
We look at each other, I'm standing my ground,
She does what I do, but the other way round!
This little puzzle is not very funny,
I'm going to cry, I want my mummy!
I sit down with my little head on my knees,
Both our mums come up, alike as two peas!
Mine says in a voice, that's trying not to grin,
"That's a mirror you use, to see yourself in!
That person is you!" And I look up so slow,
You can't be scared of yourself you know!

© Clare Selley 2009

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