Reflection Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
Reflection
That just simply
cannot be
her own reflection
in the mirror
she sees.
How on earth
has she changed so much,
oh surely to goodness
it must be the dust.
“I’ll wipe away the lies,
you’ll see, (and she tries)
there will be
that once youthful me.”
An old woman’s eyes
that cannot visualize
from a much older place
that youth and its reflection
lives now in another face.
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