My Reflection

MY REFLECTION

I looked into a mirror
And I saw my mother there
All the wrinkles by my eyes
And the way I comb my hair.

I thought “Dear God it Heaven,
Have I really become her?
In the way I treat my kids,
And the lifestyle I prefer?”

I told my oldest sister,
“We share with one another.”
“Just be glad it’s Mom”, you see,
“I already see Grandmother!”

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