Reflection

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I peer through the mirror to the memories of my backyard.
I see my youthful self bouncing around on the trampoline
Or swinging around on my beloved swing set.
Both are long gone now.

My homemade sandbox, once full of life and laughter
Has now been flooded with natural decay.
The tire swing that required the strength of two to use
Now lies lifeless against the large oak tree.

The metal baseballs bats that once was banged and vibrated with sound
Are now rusty, dusty, and beyond repair.
The bag of golf clubs that were washed and cleaned weekly
Are blanketed with webs and home to unknown insects.

I peer through the mirror and to the memories of my backyard.
Hoping a crack never starts to appear
So the memories never shatter.