My Mother's Eyes - An Epiphany
When did the white start to streak
the long red tresses that
fall over my shoulder?
When did my reflection begin
to show a confident woman’s gaze
instead of shy little blue eyes?
When did maturity begin
to sink into the laugh lines
of this broadening smile?
And when did the wisdom begin
to creep into these deepening crows feet
and start staring back at me
with my mother’s eyes?
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