Mirrored Man

Look, ye, frightened, mirrored man!

Spy  upon yourself in the glass, starkly,

turning your way and another, away. 

Catch yourself in the course of flight. 

You are many questions running, hiding.

your ghosts won't harm your smile.

Kiss then that you may radiance beam.

They long to hold you lest you scream 

yet fail to because you will. 

Riddles twist within your upright frame 

and upright, your spirit faints at its faults. 

These are the mirrors of your love, 

exposing the shadows of your life.

Notes to a mother whose daughter may marry an Afro-American man

Theirs is a life they have to make together.

The first moth is sex, the rest of life is learning to live with each other.

The couple needs to put each other at the center of their life even or, especially, when children arrive and depart.

In problem situations, talk and listen, listen and talk but don't presume.

Family members should "never" be models for how the couple chooses to live.  They are the only ones who can live their life.

Be true to and with oneself, always.

No marriage is perfect even when they have similar issues.

Blessings on the journey...and forgive.