Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by. — Carl Sandburg
Thursday, February 11, 2016
self-portrait in my mother's mirror
The reflection is mine,
yet I see her there, too—
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.