As I sit painting a picture
Of colorful trees and lake
I'm thinking of mother's mirror
And sadly the word: "break."



One day I broke Mother's mirror
Somehow it slipped out of my hand
I'll never forget Mother crying
Her pain I could hardly stand.



I promised Mother a new mirror
A promised I intended to keep
Saving my meager allowance began
Because my hurt was very deep.



I found a mirror exactly the same
And bought it and brought it home
When I gave the mirror to Mother
Memories of her smile will never be gone.
Ralph L. Clark©
6-23-2009
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