'Mirror, Mirror'

'Mirror, mirror on the wall

Who's the fairest of them all?'

I asked my younger self with me

As she stood beside me thoughtfully.

'Why you are!', but of course!' she said,

With innocent eyes looking up from her head.

'Why thank you indeed!' I said back to her.

As we stood, reflecting on the way that we were.

Gazing at selves side by side in the glass,

Pondering youth that disappears so fast,

She reached for my hand as if to reassure,

Our mutual thoughts on the way that we were.

I was of a height, somewhat average, not tall.

She was a child looking dear and so small.

Together we made up an unusual pair,

As we walked through the years, climbed many stairs.

'What think you?' said she as we continued to gaze,

At our fuzzy reflections made warped by time's haze,

'Think about what?' I asked my wee sprite,

And gathered her up in my arms so tight.

'Of us, Silly Billy!' she said with a grin,

Sending my heart into a tailspin,

'What do we wanna be when we're grown?

Will we still talk like this or be all alone?'

'We'll find a way', I said to my child,

Feeling somewhat foolish and a bit wild.

'You can grab my attention, if I'm wondering about,

Tweak my conscious, give an inner shout!'

My younger was listening to me as I spoke,

But was no longer there when in bed I awoke.

'Pssst...are you there little one?' I did whisper.

And my inner voice said, 'Of course!, then I kissed her.