BEFORE THE MIRROR CRACKED

There was a time that I recall
it was there
hung in the hall,
a huge ornate
Oak frame mirror
that had a dusty look
embedded in the glass,
Kind of made it smokey
removed the blemishes
of your skin
quite an odd reflection.
Almost detached from reality
that mirror did not seem to fit
it belonged to a bygone age
long before the crack appeared in it.
Maybe then it was resplendent
hung upon a mansion wall
then when someone cracked it
it fell from grace
ended up in some junk store
hidden away.
I wonder what stories it could tell
before the crack appeared again
upon this wall,
who gazed upon it
admiring their faces
perhaps looking so pretty
or neat
even blowing kisses.
Before that crack appeared
this mirror was revered
a place of comfort
self-praise and appeal,
now it merely
serves a function
tie straight
hair neat,
just a mirror
and a passing
tete a tete.