-not so mirror image-

This came from a conversation with my cousin in July ’07. I don’t remember which of my friends she had met, or who she was referring to, but she made a comment about how my friends were all so different from me. I hadn’t really thought about it before that. I just take whatever friends get thrown at me. That sounds wrong, but I’m a solitary enough person that I don’t go out looking for friendship. If I take an effort to make you a part of my life, then you’re a special person.

We all have a need for a friend who thinks like us, right? I love it when I meet someone who, at first glance, is nothing at all like me; but as we get to know each other, we find all kinds of common ground between us. Kind of like my relationship with my husband; different personalities, similar values – it makes for a good combination… and laughter.

Not so Mirror Image

Desperation drew me to you:
longing for someone like me
to relate to

Knowing you
was like…
finding an oil painting of
a foreign goddess
where I expected to find
a mirror

When I looked inside the frame,
nothing matched

Your eyes-
looking out, viewed the world in ways (that
ridiculous me
thought were foolish)
-so different from mine.

But wanting prevailed,
and I studied the swirls and curls of you
and found…
…a side of me that I had never met
and kind of liked

and that…
between our two windows on the world,
there is a hallway
where we can walk side by side
-if only for a short distance-
as friends.

When my little brother got married, my mom made up some photo centerpieces for the tables at the rehearsal dinner. I was surprised when I picked one up, to find that she had printed this poem of mine on the photos. She left off the last two lines – very smart of her for a forever wedding.

That line “if only for a short distance” is kind of questionable anyway. But it’s true. Living at a summer camp for 12 years, I’ve come to appreciate friendship on  different levels. Some friendships last a lifetime, some for years, and some only for a week or so.  Those short friendships have been valuable parts of my life too.


About ruthie.voth

Wife of one, mother of four, friend of many. Lover of details, color, good conversations, finding balance, and being honest. Passionate lover of a well-crafted sentence - even more so if it's witty. Weird blend of cynical optimist. I'm the worst kind of woman. I'm high maintenance, but I think I'm low maintenance. Somehow, people still love me. Must be grace.
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One Response to -not so mirror image-

  1. Meg says:

    I love that you can use such detailed wording and still make such a clear point. Not many people have that gift. Absolutely beautiful 🙂


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