Thursday, February 11, 2016

self-portrait in my mother's mirror





The reflection is mine,
yet I see her there, too—
shimmering across
the beveled edges of her mirror,
the one she left to me.
I see how her spirit dances close,
stopping to brush my cheek
and maybe chuckle with delight
over the horn rimmed glasses
so much like hers.

("They look good on you!")




5 comments:

Loree said...

Such a sweet and meaningful poem, Leslie.

Debbie D. said...

Heartwarming!

Linda P said...

A lovely post; so much meaning in the words and the smile, Leslie.

Tracy said...

Tears... this is just soooo BEAUTIFUL! And sooo HAPPY to see you, Leslie! :9 Wishing you & yours a LOVE-LY Valentine weekend ((HUGS))

Elizabeth said...

You look radiant and adorable, Leslie! And I love the poem -- its bittersweet homage to your mother.