The Looking Glass.
A Short Story
She was living her life she thought just to make her self happy.Playing what she thought was the game of life.She gather her things together as always for her day,and as she kissed her children and sent them off for school.Turning to give her husband a hug.
She presedes on to her car and starts off to work.She handles all the bosses duties for the day with a smile and no complaints.Not destracted at all by anything outside of her looking glass; you see she knew they were waiting for her at home. As the day end she returns home to the joyful sounds of her children for dinner and conversation.Watching herself in each one of them.It brought joy to her heart.Looking through her looking glass.
Years pass and as the children grew she tells them that her life is not complete until she has complete their life; through the molding of a mother. She tells them that she's been looking through the looking glass of life and that she want to share this looking glass with them as well.
Well as they all start their own life of completeness they to will have a looking glass to address each day with their children.They will share the same smiles of remmebrance of themselves.
Even today she still looks through the looking glass but with a greater depth. It's not about her at all you see, But about the ones that are in her life.
She looks in at the looking glass and see dimension of her life before and after so great and grand.She now have Grandchildren Wow what a greater looking glass to see herself in again.
(c)2009 Sharon Smith
