I look in the mirror and what do I see..
I see my mother looking back at me.
I see her hands and the color of her eyes…
I see her spirit and the love that ties.
What has become of that precious soul…
the one I thought could never grow old.
She peers at me from around every bend,
and whispers to me, my heart will mend.
But mourning takes it’s toll
and I begin to feel so very old
and what once was, is now gone from sight
and I am here, longing to hold her tight
No matter how long you live or how far you’ve come
there’ll always be a piece of “Mom” inside everyone