They are there just as you left them
Spread upon a lonely shelf
And I see a lonely mirror
Which no longer reflects yourself.

Yet when I look into the bathroom
I hear a song of joy
And see you as you busied
For a date with a particular boy.

For a bathroom holds many secrets
Especially when you're a teen
Spread with its lotions and potions
To turn you into a Queen.

© Helen Catherine Cramer
From book Tomorrow's Dawn