Daddy once wrote a poem in his youth,
called "A Mirror Lies",
and for it, he won a prize.

He whispered to the glass with wonder so deep,
“Can mirrors show the secrets we keep?
Can they reveal what’s deep inside
my broken heart I fight to hide?”

I think to myself
"The ocean is a mirror to the moon’s soft plea"
And his eyes the color of a blue green sea
Desired to see beyond his dreams
To find the truths, to question what most believed

He never judged by face or skin,
But rather for souls within
The mirror knows, as tales unfold,
That beauty’s heart is kind yet bold.

And I had a dear friend, a testament to this
Her last mirror was the waters underneath a bridge
If only the water had reflected true,
Maybe she’d have seen her bright light breaking through.

The glass may shimmer, the glass may gleam,
But not all is as it may seem.
The mirror asks, heard by all
“Who’s the fairest of them all?”

A question old as time and tale,
Where truth and myth entwine and sail.
Maybe my eyes see as theirs did too,
I too was enchanted by the poison apples red hue

Maybe none of us are truly fair,
Our problems and tragedies more times than not cloud the air
Distorting what the glass reveals
Hiding what the heart conceals.

So here I stand, before my own glass,
Wondering what truths through my mirror pass.
Is this the woman I’m truly seeing
Or a shadow shaped by silent grieving?

Dad’s love beats deep within my chest,
A light that never lets me rest.
And Lael’s song lives in the waters deep
my special memories of her that the New York currents keep