Under Your Feet

11 October 2010

Vel Alchemi: What’s that under your foot? Writers’ Meet: Mirror

Last night I chanced
Upon the dance
Of my tiny shining soul.
She stood in front of the mirror
While she thought nobody saw.
I didn’t watch her determined jaw,
I certainly didn’t see
Her bottom shake, her elbows jut,
Nor the nervous steps of her feet.
I entered the room, diverting my gaze,
To collect my phone.
Sometimes a father’s pride is not sought
But it’s always there, you know.