You were my faithful guide and friend years ago,
First thing in the morning your smile would show,
You’d stand in the hall as I waltzed through the door,
And to wish me luck that day your face would glow.
I’d call you my friend as I danced in satin and lace,
Now I wish I could stand before you and smash your face,
But I know it’d hurt me more as pain jerks and twitches,
You’d just gloat back at me in a thousand cracked pieces.
They say I look like a monk now without my eye-lashes,
I hope you will say otherwise but I do see your yeses,
So Ms Mirror in a few months when I’m not tad low,
I need you to return my high-five when I say hello.
2 April 2010