My Mother's Face
When I was young
I could see her face
Glowing with happiness and charm
Even her smile was worth millions
When I grew up
I was finding myself
The when and where I wanted to go
I saw the world through her eyes
Years later when
I looked in the mirror
I saw a familiar face
It was the face of my mother
Copyright © Daisy Ward | Year Posted 2019
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