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THE LOOKING GLASS

can we change our image?

By Margaret BrennanPublished about a month ago • 1 min read
THE LOOKING GLASS
Photo by Erinada Valpurgieva on Unsplash

THE LOOKING GLASS

 Can we change our image

 *^*

 She admired herself in the mirror.

Her vanity was all she could see.

“No one compares to my beauty,”

She said so many times to me.

 ^

 It’s true her face was quite lovely,

But her beauty was turning to sin

She was spiteful and cruel to others.

She was ugly in all ways within.

 ^

 One day, while she walked in her garden

And picked flowers for her bouquet,

Someone had quietly entered her castle

And took all her mirrors away.

 ^

 No mirrors could be found in her castle.

No matter how loudly she screamed,

There wasn’t a spot left open for

Her reflection again to be seen.

 ^

 The pretty young princess grew lonely.

She withdrew to a world of her own.

Then one day when she wasn’t looking

The spoiled little girl had grown.

 ^

 She no longer screamed for her mirror;

There were too many things she could do.

Her face was scrubbed clean, no makeup at all,

And her hair would just have to do.

 ^

 She found so many places she wanted to go

And so many things she wanted to see.

She no longer worried about her looks or her mirror –

Just when the next outing would be.

 ^

 She started to shine with a warm tender glow,

That once was hidden inside.

She became a beautiful young princess,

Now, with her handsome young prince at her side.

fact or fiction

About the Creator

Margaret Brennan

I am a 79-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.

My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.

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    Written by Margaret Brennan