The Mirror
The Mirror
I look into the mirror
And see a face I know—
Not the young girl I once was,
But the woman time did grow.
Lines of laughter,
Traces of tears,
Stories written
Through the years.
Behind my eyes, a spark remains—
Of who I was, before the pain.
Yet I see in my children’s eyes
The same fire, the same skies.
They speak as I once spoke,
Defiant, brave, and free—
I wonder if they know
They are reflections of me.
The mirror tells no lies—
It shows both past and now.
The girl I was, the mother I am,
Still learning somehow.
Written by mj 11/2025
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