Reflection - Anya Gruener ‘24

I stare into the mirror and I see my ancestors staring back A mirror passed down through generations It embodies the strength and intelligence of my forebearers The mirror, an heirloom, as special as a diamond stone I look at it and hear the voices of those who came before The voices of my ancestors who share the stories of their travels The mirror fogs like the windows of their ship on that which they traveled The mirror reminds me of those who provided a better life for me I talk to the mirror and express my gratitude for all they did The mirror, a token of those who came before me.