Page 15 - PoemsNeathTheWesternSky

There’s something beautiful about a woman’s touch that make a house a home.

Mirror

A lady pauses briefly

As her eyes well up with tears
For she thinks she’s lost her beauty

To the hardships and the years

She remembers all the good times

When she was just a girl
And kept her cowboy smiling

With her laughing eyes and curls.

Now her face is showing wrinkles
And her hair is turning gray

She wonders where that young girl went
She was here just yesterday

Then her cowboy steps beside her
Puts his arms around her waist

Turns her ever gently
Brushes teardrops from her face

There’s something I must tell you

As I’ve held you through the years

Let me tell you what I see
For I will be your mirror

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