Alexandra Kerr, age 10

You shine , gleam and reflect for me

  For this is your only ability

    But what would happen

if I took you down

  Would you still display

your uncomfortable frown

You provide your soul so I may see

Through you, a clone-like image of me

So how, dear mirror,

does your confidence grow

When others are all

you've grown to know

You show me my happiness,

my joy and my woe

I may see the world

through your predictive window

Are you happy, dear mirror,

up there clinging to the wall

Do you feel at all nettled,

morose in that hall

You give me consciousness

of all I do

But how , poor mirror,

will you ever see you