LOOKING GLASS
when i was the alice-child,
and all that was important
were ribbons in my hair
and raspberry popsicles on a summer's day
that i could tell you what my life would be
every note to be played
every song to be sung
and everyone i would ever know
older now and not so sure
the child finally turns and tells me
i don't remember him
your goodby is a caress,
A kiss I may never know.
But I don't mind.
You kiss me every day
With your smile.
Susan J. Skinner
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