(for mom on mother’s day)
I see you in me
the lines that crease my face come from a different sort of living,
but they are the same lines that have gently etched your story
I see you in my eyes, early in the morning,
when I stare, just a bit longer, to try to find out
who am I becoming?
and to see, maybe, what others can see
I see you in the photographs of me as a little girl
captured in a world I no longer remember
and I see you in the brief glimpses of my hips or shoulder
reflected in a window as I go about my day
I hear you in my voice, both in the moments of frustration & in the tenderness
pieces of you, occasionally, escaping my lips
finding their way into my own children
My hands have begun to make music, but they are not your hands
My knees have begun to ache, whispering warnings to take care and stay strong
And even my words get lost sometimes, making me wonder where lost words go
And now I watch my daughter…
She won’t see you in her mirror or hear you in her words
but when she finds my face in hers
and hears my song as she hums
you will be there.
I love your poem! I especially like the image at the end. Thanks for sharing.
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Makes me cry.And isn’t that what a good concoction of words/thoughts and feelings should do. I love this.
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I love it!!!! Mom
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