Sara Kendrick Poet Sijo

Placid Pool

Peering into the placid pool of water at the creeks edge
She retreated in shock at the old wrinkled white-headed lady
Her mother's ghost must have appeared instead of her own reflection

Fear and disbelief engulfed her warm spirit of youthfulness
As she hopped, slightly bent back up the trail to her ancient dwelling
How can this be, life's plays tricks, in realization the mirror speaks 

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Suzette Richards October 17, 2021 at 9:13 PM Congratulations on your win in William's contest, Sara. Yes, nowadays, my mother is staring back at me out of a too big a mirror in the bathroom. If only I had her indomnable character as well as her grey hair I would cope better with this inevitable aging ... Regards, Suzette x Suzette Richards October 18, 2021 at 6:37 AM Thanks for these encouraging thoughts, Sara :)) Sara Kendrick October 18, 2021 at 4:51 AM Suzette, Thanks for dropping by. Well, God gave you the personality that was right for you. I am sure at times your mom struggled with the aging process. Some days I am fine and some days I feel that I have aged another ten years over night. I try to remember that God had great respect for gray hair because it says so in His word. "A gray head is a sign of a righteous life" found in Proverbs. Sara

William Kelii Kekaula October 14, 2021 at 1:53 AM Sara, a beautiful deepness reverberates, as well as, a pleasant rise of its meaning. Exceptionally done my friend, Aloha! Sara Kendrick October 14, 2021 at 4:38 AM William, Your comment is appreciated. I am glad you liked it. Sara

Christuraj Alex October 13, 2021 at 11:47 PM A great depiction of inner emotions. Congratulations! Sara Kendrick October 14, 2021 at 6:11 AM Alex, Thanks for dropping by with congrats. Sara

Andrea Dietrich June 17, 2014 at 3:20 PM this is REALLY good. One of the better examples of sijo I am seeing, dear.

Poet Destroyer A June 16, 2014 at 11:48 PM this is very deep Sara... Linda

Leon Enriquez June 16, 2014 at 9:01 PM Dear Sara: Someone said that dreams that come to us are like messages from home. Leon

Carolyn Devonshire June 16, 2014 at 4:38 PM Dear Sara, I had a dream much like this recently. We don't realize we are aging until we see our mother's or, in my case, grandmother's image staring back at us. This is very poignant and well written. I'm not sure where the "cookie-cutter" concept originated, but I have always enjoyed the words you've left on my poems. Love, Carolyn

Casarah Nance June 16, 2014 at 7:40 AM Well Done! I look identical to my mother and my daughter to I, the beat goes on. I loved your poem, what a great reflection :)