I See You, Mom

As weird as it is for me to say, I see more of you every day. I see you, Mom It gets ever clearer Each day I look in the mirror I see you, Mom. The gray that shapes my face, A face that’s in your shape, I see you, Mom. The slope of my shoulders, now not so wide, I see yours that have worn so many tears I cried. I see you, Mom. Though not the same color, the message the same In blue eyes and brown equal love and pain. I see you, Mom. It gets ever clearer Each day I look in the mirror I see you, Mom.