Norman Rockwell - Girl at the Mirror (1954)
her face is bare these days,
hair stick straight.
dark strands now shimmer
as light catches scattered silver.
on tiptoes with arms stretched up,
she releases a cacophony of snap, crackle, pop.
she looks at me.
i smile.
she smiles back.
we turn from each other
to face the day.
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