“Mirror,” Friend, May 1992, 25


Looking in my bedroom mirror,

I see a playmate there.

He wears pajamas just like me

And has my color hair.

I clap my hands and show a smile,

Then get down on one knee.

I bob my head and touch my toes;

He does the same to me.

I say good-bye and walk away.

My friend is going too.

I think I know just where he went.

Don’t you?

Illustrated by Dick Brown