Empty Reflections
As I look into the mirror Her family tree is not so tall, Her background’s built from just her life,
A scrap of truth, a cup of lies, For the woman staring back it seems, © 1996 Janet Loper
there’s someone staring back.
I’m not quite sure who she is,
There’s something that she lacks.
And her eyes are not so deep.
Within her soul- there lives a truth,
Which only she can seek.
her family history’s not that old.
It’s built by little tidbits,
things she’s learned – or so been told.
And the strangers know it all!
Searching for the roots so dear,
finding just a wall!
an empty reflection in the glass.
She hopes someday, if fate allows,
to find her hidden past.