On the bare walls of the little room
There hangs a mirror – polished and
shiny!
Stone-studded beautiful roses
Adorns its shape – oval and thin!
Not a mark nor a patch - lowered the
perfection
On the frame or on the surface!
But still obvious – a blandness so
weird!
I wonder why and doubt the room - so
small
Suddenly there comes a woman
With her infant son hugged close –
With his little arms around her
shoulders!
Their beautiful eyes shine as they
see the mirror!
And with a smile so perfect - looks
at it-
I see the blandness go away,
And the craftsmanship rewarded!
On the forehead of her little love
She presses her lips – eyes closed
A moment of selfless love!
Captured by the mirror on the wall
And the heart of a silent beholder!