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WHAT I SEE IN THE MIRROR

 

 

Who is that elderly lady in the mirror

I don’t recognize her one bit

She doesn’t remotely resemble me

My mother or even some older version of me

 

She visits and says not a word

Like trapped on the other side

Without a voice

She simply glares at me

And looks equally surprised

 

Her eyes seem dull and tired

Her traits drawn and droopy

Her wrinkles punctuate her traits

Still she never says a peep

 

She seems to have a message for me

Being ever so hesitant

As though she may be waiting

For me to make the first move

 

Copyright © Line Monique Gauthier 2018

Form of Poetry

Free verse

Author: Line Monique Gauthier
I started writing poetry as a teenager and the passion for it flourished since retiring. I also dabble in photography, watercolour and acrylics. I created what I call Flash Memory Therapy. I am an active member of Haiku Canada and PoetrySoup.com. My poetry is down-to-earth and meant to be understood as opposed to impress with hifalutin words.
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