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Reflection

Reflections

Looking into the mirror I see a 
face.
With time each line is a 
resemblance of a race. 

The races are sometimes long 
and short
 the lines reflecting on a time I 
won an inward war.

Looking into the mirror I am 
starting to see this young face 
change slowly into a memory. 
The memories of being young 
and nieve, moments of 
youthful happiness and 
timeless grief.

Looking into the mirror I touch 
the glass and looking back I 
am alive in this reflection.. 
Unparalleled though I touch the 
glass frame of a father I lost 
but looking back he is in a 
place I cannot touch. He 
cannot touch the frame back on 
the other side but keeps that 
smile in that frame- a moment 
frozen in time.

Looking on, today, will just be a 
moment captured somewhere 
in a frame. 
Another year that passes is 
another earned wrinkle on my 
face.

But each race I run and each 
moment That will be .. Can be 
a reflection placed in a timeless 
album about my life for my 
children to see....

Copyright © Teresa Lucius | Year Posted 2013

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  1. Date: 1/3/2014 9:05:00 PM

    A very deep and emotional write. very well write, The mirror is my worst enemy.. keep writing your very good. take care. Pete.

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