Many Reflectıons
Looking into a
mirror
reflections of
the past emerge.
A small girl
sits on her
fathers lap
he, reading and
teaching.
Two guys dressed
as cowboys
playing out the
cowboy scene.
A gent and his
lady
sits in the cool
of the evening
under the weeping
willow.
Children catching
fire flies
using them for
pretty rings.
Looking afar
into the distance
familiar images
before my eyes.
poem by Heather Burns
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