From the Hatbox – inspired by “Fancy” by Reba
©ESR 2004

Tears stream down her face as he walked away, forever gone.
She runs to the one she can…her mirror
Wooden, polish, and carved.
Gaze shows her what she doesn’t want to see.
For the first time she sees that hidden:
Her soul, her death, her pain, her own self
Never had she known what was behind the mask.
She cries. Tears fall as she screams in pain.

Then a cry of another, the child.
Tears of joy, tears of uncertainty
Years go by and the girl grows
She looks in the mirror and sees her mom sick
She looks at the figure and knows what she must do.
Five years she taints herself with sex
Only to sustain herself and her mom.

Yet she soon sees her reflection in the hurst’s window.
She cries and tears fall on the window
Leaking through to drip on the casket.
She leaves all and lives on the streets.
A man takes her to his home.
After six months she is to be there now

She is shown her new room,
There in the corner is a mirror.
Carved and polished with an angel on the right
The girl now woman gazes and sees what’s hidden:
Her soul, her life, her joy, her own self.
She kisses the mirror and caresses the wood
Tears fall and wipe the dust from all showing surface

As she turns a tear falls on her foot.
Looking up there are stains on angelic cheeks
She wipes them away and smiles.
Both spirits cry in each other’s arms
Tears of joy of love unreserved