Lookin' In The Mirror

A lady pauses briefly
As her eyes fill up with tears
She thinks she's lost her beauty
To the hardships and the years

Rememberin' all the good times
When she was just a girl
She kept her cowboy smiling
With her laughing eyes and curls

Her face now shows wrinkles
Her hair is turnin' gray
She's wondering where that young girl went
She was here just yesterday

Then her cowboy steps beside her
Puts his arms around her waist
Turns her ever gently
Brushes the teardrops from her face

There's somethin' I must tell you
As I've held you through the years
Let me tell you what I see
For I'll be your mirror

I can see the blue skies
Where other skies are gray
And I see children laughing
In the meadows where they play

I can see the horses grazing
Just below the rise
And I can see a rainbow
From the twinkle in your eyes

I can see the sweet grass
Swayin' gently in the breeze
I can see the sunrise
In the golden aspen trees

I can see your heartbeat
Where the eagles cast their spell
And I can see your sweet tears
Deeper than any well.

So when you stop to ponder
On reflections you hold dear
Just remember darlin',
I'll be your mirror.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
A lady ages and her man reflects what he sees in her.

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agoodguy2have
R.o.S. what a rhythmic meter of a guy who's a keeper! well done! ;-)
jeddah12
So when you stop to ponder
On reflections you hold dear
Just remember darlin',
I'll be your mirror
what a brilliant write deary,,very nicewine bouquet
niah9
Beautiful..but we all want a man..well relationship like that...ahhhhh Great write Readerofsouls......
Niahcheering applause
ReaderOfSouls
Thank you both! hug bouquet heart wings

A good cowboy poet uses a rythmic meter to tell a poem. During my travels and what free time I get these days, I like to go to Cowboy Gatherings as they are called to listen to the poets, admire the craftsmanship of saddles, spurs and gift ideas and to seek thoughts for my own poetry. :)
Macduff5
A great poem. Very poignant.hug
Ladybee42
i love this ROS, like any woman i know, i find it hard to see in myself what others do and it's just too confusing! dunno this is a much better way of looking at it - that it's the life of the person, their energy and the good feelings they make everyone feel that gives them a type of beauty that's reflected...love the rhythm of it - it's great..thumbs up thumbs up bouquet bouquet
ReaderOfSouls
Oh, I'm so glad you all like it! hug heart wings It's amazing how others see us and we don't even realize that they do see us in a far different light than ourselves.

I've always been a big believer that if you put out good energy and happy vibes it will come back to you one hundred fold. If one puts out negative vibes, it comes back to them the same way. Here's to happy, positive vibes! wine
pilgrimageoflove
Beautiful. just beautiful.
thanks for sharing.
gnj4u
Hi, ReaderOfSouls,
The way we all want to be seen! Beautiful! I tried to resist, but "Where have all the cowboys gone?"
mike7375
Lovely poem readerofsoulsbouquet
sophiasummer
There's somethin' I must tell you
As I've held you through the years
Let me tell you what I see
For I'll be your mirror


Hello ReaderofSouls!

To write your words with such rhythmic bounce, yet, wrap it so beautifully in a weeping moment, followed by true endearing love.

Well woven R,O.S
I loved it!

Sophia
xx
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