Linda Conroy
Mirror, Mirror
Silver on the glass wears thin from watching
as we tread our hours through its line of sight
past its wooden frame, its face
that stares, amazed by what it's called upon
to collect, that we, in our oblivion
don't choose to know, may well reject.
Eyes rolling in the heat of argument,
a glance of anger, fear and sadness.
The rush of guilt, each sentiment unsaid.
The mirror swallows all, and sighs,
reaches out a hand to offer a reflection
of its truth on every minute that we've shed.
Bio
After retiring from a career as a social worker, facilitator and advocate for people with unique needs, Linda Conroy knew she needed to write about the complicated and gratifying human behaviors she had been privileged to witness, and our connection to the natural world and the changing times. Poetry quickly became her favorite genre.