My mirror in which blond hair I see, two deep blue eyes look back at me. A heart I behold that is open to all, tender and loving, susceptible to fall. Casting back the fears and joys of my past, I see in my mirror time has gone too fast. Not made of sand but the dirt of the ground, God made me a mirror so that I may be found. Reflect, teach me till my time is done, in my death, still reflecting, my mirror, my Son. 3/7/97
Reason for writing:
I have four sons, one of which is my mirror image. He has been diagnosed as having ADD. I have come to the realization that I was the same as a kid, but am one of the lucky ones to have grown out of it. My son has the most tender heart, but hides his true self to fit in with his brothers and to make freinds. He reminds me of me at his age. He has helped me to find myself and to accept who I am. I am in the process of helping him find himself now.
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