Silver and bright, reflecting light
A gift from her last Christmas
But she is here no more.
Every morning, I peer into
This makeup mirror on my desk
And think of the heart sister
We’ll never see again.
I pluck and primp, shadow and sigh
Say a hushed morning prayer and another goodbye
She knew just how to be
The sister I never knew I needed.
Not girly, but playful
So fearless, yet feminine
A companion both funny and fine
Of course – this adopted sister of mine.
So, now I have this mirror to remind me –
Both in real size and five times –
Of a face that needs to smile, despite
Missing the mirror’s giver
So far, so out of sight.