Reflection

Reflection

Today I looked in my mirror, and all I could see
Was the face of my Mum looking right back at me.

How on earth did this happen, when did it occur
I know it used to be me, but now it was her.

I turned away slow and then looked back once more
But nothing had changed, it was just as before.

I looked and I gazed, thinking that surely I’m there
It was my Mum’s face, but it wasn’t her hair.

I frowned and pulled faces, looking hard to find me
Was it shadows, or maybe tricks of the light, possibly.

It dawned on me slowly, and I began to smile
Of course, it hadn’t just happened, but it does take a while.

I shouldn’t have worried, or been shocked, or surprised
Family likeness is normal, I should have realised.

When I now look in my mirror, I don’t bother looking for me
As I’m not really the one that I am longing to see.

I look beyond my reflection, past the old and the grey
And instead, say “hello” to my lovely Mum every day.

© Kazza 11/11/2014  (Written by Karen Stoker)
Remembering my very special Mum who I have missed every day for nearly 15 years