Slowly it came –
a grey hair here
a wrinkle there
until one day
my mirror reflected a stranger.
Could it be
that a little kindness here
a restrained temper there
could wrought such change
that one day my mirror
will reflect a stranger?
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MY WALL 
Hopefully it shows. Smiles can do wonders. As I grow older, when I look at the mirror, I see more of my mom or my dad.
I’m just tryin’ to be sure the wrinkles go the right way. 😉 A fun take not he prompt!
It can be surprising what we see in the mirror. Nice line: “my mirror reflected a stranger.”
The strangest thing that change…. I see no stranger, I see my father.