Mirror on the wall

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!