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
The woman in my mirror is my mom. !! LOL!
Have missed visiting here.
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I’m happy you did. So many wonderful comments.
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I bet this is going to be true with everyone. Although there maybe a few dads mixed in.
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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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You young whipper snapper. Smile
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You silver tongue fox! 😀
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