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Your
Grandma
and your
Grandpa,
Wondered
what to
give to
you,
We
thought
about a
dolly,
But
a dolly
wouldn’t
do,
We
thought
about a
dressy,
dress,
But
you have
quite a
few,
There
must be
some
unusual
gift,
That
we could
get for
you.
We
looked
at toys,
stuffed
animals,
And
jewelry,
you
could
wear,
So
many
things
we
thought
were
nice,
But
weren’t
sure you
would
care.
We
tried to
find
that
special
gift,
That
you
might
treasure,
dear,
And
after
much
consideration,
We
picked
for you,
this
mirror.
A
mirror
can be a
lifelong
friend,
That
looks
back
when you
stare,
And
makes
those
funny
faces,
While
in
solitude,
you
share,
You
twist
your
tongue
and
wrinkle
up,
Your
nose and
squint
your
eyes,
The
mirror
always
imitates,
Your
every
new
surprise.
One
wonders
if, in
years to
come,
They’ll
be some
recollections,
Of
all the
time,
spent
with
your
friend,
That
childhood
reflection.
And
as the
years
begin to
pass,
So
slow, at
first,
it
seems,
The
mirror
can be
an
avenue,
For
you to
reach
your
dreams.
Your
fantasies
and
wishes
can,
Be
acted
for the
glass,
You
can be,
queen of
all you
see,
A
lady
filled
with
class.
As
you grow
up, each
roll of
life,
You’ll
act out
for the
mirror,
And
as you
reach
maturity,
Your
image is
more
clear.
Though
now you
make
those
funny
faces,
Twisting
braided
hair,
Soon
you’ll
be
putting
lipstick
on,
With
much
exacting
care.
For
you will
reach a
stage in
life,
New
mixtures,
newfound
joys,
When
they’ll
begin to
notice
you,
Those
handsome
little
boys.
Each
day as
you
prepare
for
school,
You’ll
look at
your
reflection,
A
critical
look
from
head to
toe,
To
see what
needs
correction.
There’ll
be
times,
when you
go on
dates,
One
last
approving
look,
And
you will
check
your
bloodshot
eyes,
When
you’ve
been
cracking
books.
Slumber
parties,
masquerades,
Or
when you
clown
around,
You’ll
be the
first to
see
yourself,
In
your
graduation
gown.
Then
someday,
when
you’ve
stored
your
dolls,
And
put away
your
toys,
The
mirror
will
reflect
in you,
More
radiance
and joy,
The
blushing
bride,
in lace
and
white,
Is
trembling
with
fear,
Though
beautiful
in every
way,
She’s
scared
before
the
mirror.
Time
passes
rather
quickly
and,
You’ll
hold a
tiny
child,
The
mirror
captures
both of
you,
Such
beauty,
undefiled,
Years
come and
go, your
children
grow,
The
way they
always
do,
The
mirror
reflects
an
image,
It’s
a
grandchild,
just
like
you.
Each
step,
each
age,
that you
have
met,
You
may
recall
the
past,
And
oftentimes,
the
mirror
may
help,
The
memories
to last.
Someday
when you
have
wrinkles,
And
your
hair has
turned
to gray,
You’ll
look
into the
mirror
as,
You
start
another
day,
You’ll
thank
God for
his
blessings,
As,
there
have
been
quite a
few,
For
they’re
reflected
in the
eyes,
The
mirror
shows to
you,
You
may
recall
your
grandparents,
Who
have
long-since,
gone
above,
And
through
the
mirror,
you may
see,
Reflections
of their
love.
Written
for Tia
Goodwin
for
their
grandparents,
Ray
&
Jane Roe
used
by
permission
Copyright
© Ron
Bliss
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