Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou

It’s Been Quite Some Time
Since a Stranger Noticed Me.

Do See Me?
I Am Here.

My Genuine Smile
Smiling at Everyone I See.
Don’t You See My 
Chiseled calves?
Voluptuous Thighs
A mile high?

I may be over
Fifty -
But My Bosom
Swings,
And Skips
To a
Funky Beat
With a Tip-Toe
Skip, Hop & Dance
That Only I Know.

My Eyes
Liquid Blue
Stare Into
Vacant eyes.

My Skin
Fair and Freckled
with
An Irish
Pigment
From My
Grandmother’s
Lair.

My Limbs
Covered from
Head to Toe
With Wisps
Of Blonde Hair
From my
Mother’s
Hair.

Like my
French Forefather’s
My heart and
Blood
Pump
By Wine

My Fingertips Are
Permanently Callused
From My
Writing Pen
A Kaleidoscope
Into My
Soul Within

My Voice
An Accent
Slung with
Kindness
Compassion
And Love

So if you
See Me
Dancing
Down the
Street
On just
An Ordinary

Day
Make sure
To Smile
My way

For I Am
Here
Watching
Dancing
Waiting
For someone
To see me