Lined Distortion

Posted on June 10, 2012 | 6 Comments

Who is that man in the mirror?
Is he the one I used to know?
The boy with brown curly hair and
Faded freckles. There’s the hazel eyes.

Is that all that can be seen now?
How ironic is that; green eyes?
The nose was broken then and now.
Now the faded memories come forth.

The pictures are long gone now.
I can only piece the puzzle and
The man in the mirror forgot.
Not remembering what was then.

© 2012 Michael Yost 06/10

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6 responses to “Lined Distortion”

Jamie Dedes | June 12, 2012 at 11:51 PM | Reply

The woman in my mirror is my mom. !! LOL!

Have missed visiting here.

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- booguloo | June 17, 2012 at 11:43 AM | Reply
  
  I’m happy you did. So many wonderful comments.
  
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- booguloo | June 17, 2012 at 11:44 AM | Reply
  
  I bet this is going to be true with everyone. Although there maybe a few dads mixed in.
  
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becca givens | June 24, 2012 at 7:24 PM | Reply

Oh, I am not seeing my mom in the mirror — YET … but more and more I do see my grandmother in my mom!! I’m keeping my mirror!! 😀

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- booguloo | June 24, 2012 at 11:09 PM | Reply
  
  You young whipper snapper. Smile
  
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  - becca givens | June 24, 2012 at 11:52 PM |
    
    You silver tongue fox! 😀
    
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