Talismanic Poem

Pink and purple jewels encrusted on top

Arranged in the formation of butterflies

Glistening like radiant crystals

Five years have passed since I've received the mirror

And never has it left the safety of my home

On the shiny silver edges i see a distorted image of myself

Underneath the glass lies a sheet of silver

But to me it means much more

The butterfly's wings flutter

And echoes the birthday song

When I look in the mirror,

The reflection  I see is always the same:

My mother and I in the shop again