Who's In That Mirror (poem) by Rose M Rideout on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on June 23, 2009

Fabulous write sis, I love the words/poem. We all have to look in that same mirror and see the same things/changes. It can be a bit of a shock sometimes, but age is only a number. Its whats in our hearts that counts. So we just go with the flo.

Love you sis,
Selena

Reviewed by Elizabeth Price

Reviewed on May 8, 2009

I love this poem. I know exactly what is hanging down, but mine don't even get near my waist. lol. Excellent. Liz

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Reviewed on April 28, 2009

Rose, the mirror is just playing tricks on you.
With a heart as sweet as yours, your beauty is
ageless. -gene.

Reviewed by Donald Balsley (Reader)

Reviewed on April 27, 2009

I think I know how you feel but then I look at the alternative and getting old is not so bad. Good write, Don

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on April 27, 2009

Very cute indeed sweet Rose..stay safe and well..Hugsss

Reviewed by Mark Lichterman

Reviewed on April 26, 2009

Oh, my God! You, too, huh Rose?
Mark

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on April 26, 2009

i know what you mean--you have expressed the feelings so well!

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on April 26, 2009

Rose, better to see wrinkles than to no longer be among the living...but you know what...I hear you!

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on April 25, 2009

Good one, Rose; well done! I look at myself and think, "Gosh, how old I look!" But then I'm glad to be the age I am: when I was born almost fifty years ago, Karla and I were not expected to survive, me, especially. So any day we wake up breathing or above ground is a Gift from God; we consider each day a miracle!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend, Karen Lynn in Texas.

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on April 25, 2009

~the aging process is indeed a fickle one ~

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on April 25, 2009

Cute one Rose. Well done me friend.

Reviewed by Jack Kuperman

Reviewed on April 24, 2009

It is a good poem. I hope though the words are fiction.

Reviewed by Cynthia Buhain-Baello

Reviewed on April 24, 2009

Nicely written Rose, I like this. Get rid of the mirror and see yourself in your loved ones' eyes!

Cynthia

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on April 24, 2009

Rose,
The fade of the body is inevitable so do the best you can with it; what don't fade, if we nourish right, are the heart and soul and yours are strong and definitely in the right place, and you make us strong, too.
John

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on April 24, 2009

I think even after all I have been through and seen and felt in this world at heart I will always be 2oish and feel I can take on the world most days but we all have times when our hearts weary and tire and that is okay as well as long as we know it is only temporary.

hugs
fee

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on April 24, 2009

Awwww, you know age is only a number. Maybe there was something wrong with the mirror. I say get rid of the mirror....

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on April 24, 2009

Believe it or not it is been a long time now that I have been asking myself who is that man that without blinking are staring at me from the mirror.

Georg

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on April 24, 2009

A smile has no age.

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on April 24, 2009

Rose,

Be glad you can still look in the mirror: beats the alternative! LOL I hear ya, though, every time I gaze on my reflection, my word, where did all those grey hairs come from?!??!?? LOL Well penned.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on April 24, 2009

I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva