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Reflections

I look in my mirror 
And what do I see?
My mother's eyes 
Smile back at me.

The same wrinkles
That cross her brow
Are reflected back
At me, somehow.

I look at my hands.
They appear to be hers, 
Preparing the meals
And crimping the curls.

i open my mouth, 
A voice comes out.
It's Mother's voice
Without a doubt.

When did it happen?
When did it occur?
When did I cease to be me
And start to be her?

Copyright © Dawn Street | Year Posted 2013

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  1. Date: 2/28/2013 8:20:00 AM

    Shocking realization isn't it..Great work..If for the contest, reads like winning material to me..Sara

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