I wish I had a magic mirror,  for memories do fade away,  to only look back once more,  on yesterday’s,  today.

To be able to hold this magic mirror in my hand,  to look and see,  remember,  cry,  and try to understand.

To never Wonder just who I am, so I would never wonder why.

To hold it to my chest,  to let it shine into my soul,  in hopes to see my heart,  I hold it there until it broke apart.

I would gather the broken pieces,  and reflect them into the world, to undo all that has gone wrong.

I would shine those pieces on every person in the world,  to show them all,  that they do belong.

Then I would place the broken pieces in a velvet clothe,  and lock them in a box.

Then throw away the key,  then keep that magical broken mirror hidden for all eternity…

C. Burgess (c)