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.