mirror me beautiful

how could it be?

her vision now so distorted

to have round her shoulders

in shame

and hung her head heavy

in attempt to gain

invisibility

*

from behind I lifted her

delicate chin

and asked her to look

to the mirror again,

and I told her eyes

to see as I saw -

the beauty before us,

deserving of awe

*

with caution she looked

deeply into her eyes -

as I told her they sparkled

because she is authentic and wise,

and I showed to her

her own flawless skin

and how her beauty outside

was a mirror for within

*

I watched as tears fell

one after another,

as my love integrated -

replacing cruel words of mother,

and together we banished

old poisons and fears

from all who tarnished her

across previous years

*

and although she couldn’t yet believe,

I spoke with such truth

she was forced to receive -

forced to listen, and to know

how I perceived her beauty,

and her angelic glow,

and although she still

wore her shoulders rounded

in my words of love

she was now surrounded