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.
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