Poems

The best of me

I look at the sky

I see the sea

looking in a cracked mirror

and not liking what i see

That cracked mirror on the wall

asking it why i look so small

As I'm tall like a tree

And you can see the best of me

I choose to move mountains

I think of the sea

Because for that one moment

I can see the best of me

So i repaired the mirror

Now my image looks clearer

I now stand and see

The best of me

Written by Cathrine Chapman