#WritcoPoemPrompt53
A silver mirror kept in my room,
showcasing everything in an impartial way,
It lits everything with it's silver gloom,
when it gets hit by the golden sunray an array of colours emerges.

We worked so hard to prevent more Ray's of the sun,
we worked so hard to prevent more sunlight in.
We have changed the colours of our curtains on several occasions,
yet this seems not be make a difference,
for in this part of the globe, sunlight is not in scarcity.

After several decisions, we took to one location,
behind the bed where we could wake up and immediately see ourselves and make the necessary changes needed before leaving.
For sometime now we adapted quite well to this new location,
but the recent surge in rainfall meant that several changes around various parts of the room.


We contemplated on where to move our mirror again.
Yes, the same location was decided.
Each day however, after seeing my image in the mirror, a new face seems to show.
The other day, it was this angry man ready to pounce on whosoever came my way.
On this particular occasion, as I stood with my back facing the mirror an unusual appearance took place.
This wasn't me but the hair and muscles suggested my eldest son.

What a resemblance I taught. I see my son each day, but looking at his image on the mirror meant a great deal.
The mirror seems to have shown, what in many years haven't been described.
Once a again, I fell in love with my mirror.

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