Face To Face Poem by Ima Ryma

An old woman was there to see,
A young girl like me long ago.
The old woman was watching me.
Why she was watching, I don't know.
Maybe she was remembering when
She was young, but I can't be sure.
We each looked away now and then.
I did not want to upset her.
And so I smiled, and she smiled too.
So I was glad I chose to smile,
A nice gesture for me to do.
We kept smiling a little while.

Two faces staring in the mirror,
Old I was there, young I was here.