mom
Mom…. One day, while rocking by the fire in the dimly lit room I saw my mother a quick subtle glance and she was there a magical moment when my reflection was not me a transformation an overlapping I saw her face staring back at me in the mirror my breath stopped the moment etched in my mind forever I saw a young woman with hopes, dreams, and love I saw many aspirations I saw beauty I felt the innocence The desire to be I felt the fear of not being enough I felt the call the embrace, her cry her life spilling into mine her treasures her gifts I so greatly adore to look through her eyes the world is rosy I have adopted the glasses I gladly embrace the whole of me.