Mirror

There was one time,
This baby girl found a mirror
And she didn’t understand what it meant.
Her mother crouched beside her
And explained “it’s how you see yourself.”
The baby girl sat and stared, admiring her beautiful discovery.

There was one time, 
this young girl found a mirror
And she saw herself and wondered, “how does it work?”
Her mother crouched beside her and explained “It’s the reflection of the glass.”
The young girl knelt and stared, relishing her new understanding.

There was one time,
This girl found a mirror.
And she saw herself and thought, “so this is how it works?”
And her mother wasn’t crouched beside her to explain “this shouldn’t be what you see.”
And the girl stood and stared, misunderstanding
And disliking her discovery.

There was one time,
This girl found a mirror.
And she left upon it, a note asking, “why does it work this way?”
And her mother collapsed to the floor, and cried.
For she no longer had a daughter to explain to “You shouldn’t believe everything you see.”
Because the girl stared too long at the mirror,
And ended up hating her discovery.

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