When hope seems just beyond my reach,
And my dreams dissipate swiftly,
Like dewdrops warmed by the morning sun,
When the only friend around,
Is the one looking back at me in the mirror,
Those are the times when I reach out,
To the only person in the universe
Who knows exactly who I am.
Sometimes I hardly recognize her, and yet
She is a friend like no other.
Courage and strength emanate from her,
With a pure heart, she is loving and kind.
The wisdom of maturity shines in her eyes,
And she is the light that guides my way,
When the road ahead is dark.
I willingly place my trust in her,
Because I know I can.
In wonder I gaze into her knowing eyes,
Grinning, she winks at me,
And I know I’ll be okay.
My soul is intact; my heart is open,
And I truly love my dearest friend,
The woman who looks back at me in the mirror.
© Annabel Sheila
The dainty silken handkerchief,
Trimmed with soft blue lace,
Held tender, loving memories
Time could not erase.
She wiped her tears of happiness,
On her wedding day,
With the very precious “something blue”,
That she carefully put away.
Throughout the years she cherished it,
And every now and then,
She’d press the hanky to her cheek,
Then put it away again.
On the birth of each of her children,
She kept the hanky near.
For she knew the joy of motherhood,
Was sure to bring a tear.
Sometimes the greatest riches,
Are the hardest things to see,
Like the hanky in the faded box
My grandmother left to me.
But when my mother explained the gift,
With my wedding day in sight,
I knew it would be my “something blue”,
That I’d treasure the rest of my life.
© Annabel Sheila