I thought you had left me forever
But lately I'm not so sure
I check the mirror only to find there
Your own coy expression: demure
I open my mouth with amazement
Because it's very loud and clear:
When I laugh, out comes your laugh
With the same little twinkling tear
My attitudes are so like yours
My mannerisms just the same
I'd miss you more if you weren't everywhere-
I guess it's our own little game
So I'll tell you all that's happening
And you loan me your mutable face
I'll shine like the star that you always were
And the sadness will leave in disgrace.
for my mother's birthday Aug 12 1924
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem