The mirror traps her in a way,
a ghost of smiles and familiar lines.
Her eyes,
the curve of her mouth?
They're mine now,
reflections and the echoes
of a past slipping away.
Some days tho,
i see her and it's like a warm hand
on my shoulder,
in that moment its a blessing.
Other days the guilt burns,
an ice cold emptiness
where her memory should be.
How dare I forget.
How dare I carry on.
There's anger too,
twisting up inside.
How dare she leave
and force this life upon me?
Yet, when the tears dry,
the mirror still speaks the truth:
her strength lives on in my bones,
her love is woven into the
very shape of who i’ve become.
i smile at the stranger with her familiar eyes.
We are one in this reflection,
the Mother lost and the son who keeps on breathing.
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