Mirror Tales

The images appear in the mirror,

As I look for my reflection,

Once there and now gone.

Images from the past, and images

From the future appear, covering

My now tired eyes.

In one I am a baby, resting in

Someone’s arms, perhaps my mother’s,

Rocking me side to side.

Then the mirror shows me a kid

Who looks like me, or how I remember

Me, running behind a ball.

I see my first kiss, my first fight,

Someone who calls me husband,

And someone who calls me dad.

I look at the mirror, looking

For my now, but it’s gone,

Only what it was and will be

Looking at me.