Beholding herself in the mirror

Cannot always see what the rest of us so clearly can.


Her eyes trained by the hand of experience cruel

Fails to see in the peripheral of life.



She sees only what she perceives before her;

And it is clouded.


Forgetting to wipe the misty fog off the mirror,

She turns away, still not knowing the beauty she is.


Yet Beauty she remains 

And will ever be held so in our memory’s eye.

By: Twinkle 

In Nancy’s Memory 2009

And again for Lauren in 2013

This work has been included in many memorial services and rituals of remembrance of those who have succumb to depression and chosen to leave this world behind.