Reflection


In a mirror deeply
reflected
reflected
again I see
my mother’s hair
the back of her head
dark cascade pulled
tightly back
small ears
the neck I loved
to kiss

I step forward
she retreats
each time
until I see
that she is
only me
reflected
reflected
again

It brings a pang
of love
for her for me
for all that I may be
eventually

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