Reflection

 

A little mirror stands in front of me:
her hair is as black as mine.
To mimic is a game that brings such glee;
where will this strong resemblance draw the line?

Her wide grin mirrors mine as well,
eyes squeezed shut over undimpled cheeks.
Will she also take on my faults--
run into walls, have allergies, and an absent mind?

I need to act and speak so carefully
if she is to reflect each thing I do;
an "uh-oh" turns my head to face myself--
a little mirror stands in front of me.