The mirror lies today. No child
looks back in innocence except
with the eyes, the same startled ocean green,
those changing moods.
Today, the tide rushed in and
I thought I was in my Easter outfit
sewn by my grandmother,
pink and white striped cotton with white frills
of  lace, gathered waist, bunny buttons;
the hat a woven bonnet
with acrylic daisies.
Such
a happy child, buoyed in the world,
treasured starfish.
I see her image dissolve into the pool,
waves loosening at my feet.