I am your mirror. When you look into my eyes,
you see how beautiful you are.
I am your mirror. When you look into my eyes, you see how beautiful you are. When you enter a room, my heart lifts up to meet you; a smile of greeting lights me up from within.
I am your mirror. When you look into my eyes, you see love, as my soul embraces yours, revealing to you just how wonderful you are: my friend, my heart, my son.
I know this feeling well... Through the eyes of my husband and the eyes of my children, both adopted and home-born. Isn't it amazing how easy it is to forget a child is adopted?
When I read your poem "Alone" I just had to read more. And I was well rewarded Debra. I just love the way you express feelings in such concrete ways. I am going to have to buy your book "Son of My Soul".
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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