Me Poem by Laurie Dahl

I may look like Lily, I have my Grandmother’s
Face.
Angel kisses, she called the freckles,
Glancing a look at me
Though ours is covered with winter
Under the dark brown
Like my Grandmothers eyes.

I think about Lily
And how the reflection
To either side of the mirror,
Is me
Where Lily and Arthur’s picture
Still remains on the shelf

On the other shelf, poetry remains
I look straight into Lily’s face
She looks straight back
I am the first one to back down

I could get the dust out of the picture
But I don’t.
What I like best about her
She doesn’t say what I should do
She just smiles
Some things I didn’t say too