The Other Side Of Mothers Mirror

I pray I am on the other side

Her habits, from them I hide even as a child

The glass it cut me

Still I am bleeding

On the other side

The cuts still hurt, no matter how old or new

How do you pick all the aplinters out?

If I could, where do I put them?

On the other side of mother's mirror

They hurt so bad today and yesterday too

Lord please help me forgive her

You are the only one who can

On the other side

These memories won't stay in the back of my mind

I can forgive, but, how do I forget?

I pray one day before I die

I will forgive and forget her

Before I get to the other side

I look behind the mirror

What do I find? Just tears, pain, and blood

Yes that is what I still find

On the other side

               By Connie Hopkins