AS I LOOK IN THE MIRROR
As I look in the mirror, what do I see?
A face, so familiar – it’s my mother’s with glee.
My hair, it is graying, my wrinkles, they show.
A testament to aches, and pains that grow.
Nine children she raised, each one a delight,
We were good, yes indeed, well…most of the night.
The water she pumped, to clean clothes soiled by play,
Rub a dub dub, she scrubbed the dirt away.
She toiled and she worked, cooking, cleaning, the rest,
Money was scarce, yet, she gave us her best.
But what’s important, as she often would convey,
Was not the work, but what’s inside – remembered today.
Kindness towards others, an example so grand,
“Do nice without pay,” was her gracious command.
She loved us, her children, and others too,
“Always room for one more,” was her caring view.
Her Bible, oft read, her faith wore no disguise,
It was heaven she yearned, under God’s watching skies.
Yes, the face in the mirror, my mother’s, I see,
But it’s not just her face, it’s her heart, I want in me.
