Mirror of Me
by Jacinta Farragher
My brother is infuriating - all he does is whine.
Why is he so annoying, so wretched all the time?
Why is he so irritating? It really isn’t fair!
He isn’t fun. He isn’t sweet. AND he doesn’t share!
First he will say one thing, and then he does another.
I really can’t express to you how awful is my brother!
The other day I tried to play with MY ball I got last week,
Then my brother asked to play with it - can you believe the cheek?!
And when he got his telescope, and I asked if I could see,
He said NO! I mean, Hello?! How selfish can he be?
Then came the day Mum got fed up of bickering and fights.
And she decided once and all to set us both to rights.
She got my horrid brother and she placed us face to face.
She had us both say sorry and she had us both embrace.
Then she asked us to reach out to her as she stood off to the side,
And she bid us declare where she stood, to shout it out with pride.
Well... I stretched my arm out to the left; my brother to the right.
I shouted “LEFT!”,, he shouted “RIGHT!”, which set off another fight.
My mother stopped us both and said “To me you both seem wrong!”
“From where I stand, it seems you are both reaching from front on!”
“And so you see…” she said to me, “It’s all about perspective,”
“What’s more, I want to tell you that this life is self-reflective.”
She led me to a mirror, and bade me look into it and fight,
I did as she suggested, and it was an ugly sight!
“Now be kind!” She urged me, pointing to the mirrored frame;
I gazed with love and understanding… and my reflection did the same!
“Life is like the mirror” Mother told me on that day.
“What you put out you will get back - there is no other way!”
Since then my life’s more pleasant, because I truly see,
That all is one, and one is all, and it’s all a mirror of ME.