Hanging on a thread of string......
My childhood eyes
Full of wonders and fantasy
With curiosity
I carried a small bench
With my bared feet standing on it
Trying to reached the mirror hanging on the wall
In my little mind
I discovered......
I would smiled and
The mirror smiled at me
I would wave my hand and
The mirror wave at me
I would make funny faces and
The mirror copied exactly what I did
I would jumped and hopped
Funny how the man in the mirror would do the same
I tried to poke my finger through it and
The mirror poke his finger on mine
Then I laugh at the mirror so hard
He looks just like me too
I was wondering how he ever get in there......
Written by Felix Chai 11th July 2006













