Reflections

Reflections

I have such reflections of the past
As I picture my Mother's face
And the most tender loving feelings
Felt in her warm embrace...
Reflections in the mirror?
Yes, I see her there
In the lines upon my forehead
And the graying in my hair.
I see her in the hand
Outstretched in front of me
Is that my hand I look at now
Or my mother's hand I see?
I hear my voice echo
Words I heard her say
And her phases become more prominent
As I seem to use them every day.
I don't really mind it
That I look a bit like she did
For she was my hero
From the time I was a kid.
And I heard her once in passing
A similar story share
That when she looked into her mirror....
She saw HER mother there....

Thena

Smith