Avoiding the Mirror
My disappointed eyes avoid the reflective cabinet in the bathroom.
They are not the eyes I remember, and yet, they are familiar.
I want to see my young, frisky, dancing, lively, hazel eyes.
These eyes are the eyes of my daddy when he was old.
On a daily basis I keep my eyes averted, and my hair whacky.
Why don’t you comb your hair? My husband asks.
He is the persnickety one.
I cannot tell him it is because I would have to look in a mirror.
The mirror has become my enemy. In my mind, we hate each other.
You have no idea how difficult it is to avoid a wall mirror every day.
Unless you are also hiding from your age,
your bad teeth and your dull eyes.
Then you might have an inkling.
Once in a red moon I will look up and smile at the face in the mirror.
“Hi, Daddy!” I say. Recognizing him, but not me.
Not this old woman.
Not ever.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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