Mirror of Memories
Whose face stares back at me
from this strangely shaped mirror?
Where could I be? I do not have a mirror
that looks like this. Am I that lady in the mirror?
I touch my eyes. The woman in the mirror touches hers.
I blink my eyes. The lady in the mirror is blinking her eyes too.
It must be me, but my hair is so white! What happened to my lovely hair?
My locks of gold brown, warm as a summer day. Why is my hair so thin now?
Why am I here at this strange mirror? Where am I? This isn't my house, is it?
Our mirror looks much different. It's in the tiny bathroom of my large family.
We all live in a small grey house. Eight children. Yes, there are eight of us!
My mom is so pretty with her long red hair. How I miss her. Is she here?
I cry "Mom"; a woman in white comes to the door . She’s not my mom!
She is a nurse! Oh, no. Am I sick in a hospital with pneumonia again?
I touch my eyes. The lady in the mirror touches hers. how is this me?
The nurse, near a strange sink, wets a wash cloth. She's now softly
dabbing at my mouth. She says my daughter is coming. What does
she mean? I’m a young girl. I’m not this lady in the mirror. How
can I have a daughter? My sisters and I are still young. None
of us are married. I miss them so much. Is Mom at work?
Mom is a nurse, but not this nurse standing next to me.
Now a pretty lady stands by the door "Hi, Mom," she
says, "I'm Angela, your daughter." How can this be?
I’m not married. I shake my head no and the lady
in the mirror does too. Niether of us knows this
sweet lady whose eyes now fill with tears!
Written November 20, 2017
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015
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