Mirror Reflection
I see her in reflection
as the steam evaporates
from the mirrored back splash
behind the counter
In front of me
where I wait impatiently
for my morning fix -
coffee and a bagel.
There she sits - alone
at a table for two
by the window
Shaky hands
lifting a paper cup to
her quivering lips -
haunted eyes starring
at a newspaper
she doesn’t see
as her mind wonders
through old memories.
The pain is sharp
as the blade of recognition
enters my heart
For it is now -
with my back turned to her
I clearly see her
in the light of today-
as the mirror reflection
reverses the rolls we play
She - now the child
I – now the mother
Oh! the tricks
that time does play.
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2009
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