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[title] => Reflections
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[bodytext] => as she brushed through her fine grey hair her deep gaze lost within the mirror, recalling the girl that used to be there. A misty vision came slowly to her memory a young girl blessed with beauty and grace long ringlets then hung round her shoulders, twinkling eyes and not a flaw to her face. Wandering through clouded memories, the sparkling necklet she wore caught her eye a tear slipped down her cheek in silence then echoed on her breath with a sigh. She remembered the day that he placed it so gently to her throat, with such care, vowing his place would ever be beside her, and proudly to her, his love did declare. The reflection in the mirror misted over but from it, could not draw her eyes away as she struggled through mental treasures waiting the next vision the mirror to display Once again the reflection became clearer, she reappeared now dressed as his bride The gold band felt so warm on her finger as they stood there, in love, side by side. Her eyes closed for a while as she languished in the joy they had shared, man and wife rejoicing the news, when they together, were blessed with creating a new life. A gentle smile crossed her face as she pondered when a suckling child, was revealed, at her breast, so innocent and in comfort he lay there not knowing the path his future possessed. Many images passed through the mirror of the child, as he grew through the years she recalled each one as she watched them her tired old eyes now brimming with tears. She recalled they day they'd departed, father and son, marching off side by side called to arms to defend their coutry which filled her heart so full of pride. Heartache struck and clutched at her bosom tears coursed their tired way down her face when before her in the glass of the mirror the letter telling of death and of lives replaced. Sobs shook through her body, unrelenting, as the coffins lowered to the gaping hole the mirror image froze, as reaching towards her arms drew her forward and took control. Her body filled with sweet love and contentment willing to be with the man she adored and as his warming embrace she accepted her life spent, the mirror crashed to the floor. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 306 [topic] => 32 [informant] => AnnD [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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