Have you ever walked past
a picture window and wondered why
your mother was in the store
and then realized you are no longer
that emerging sweet thing
but a woman who resembles
her mom? From the wrinkles
around your eyes to the way
you laugh and move your hands?
You don’t spend as much time
reflected in glass, avoiding the
onslaught of age by ignoring
the changes and pretending
to be yourself, locked
in the memory of a more classic
beauty, when you were a younger age.
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