The Mirror

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

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No matter how long you live or how far you’ve come
there’ll always be a piece of “Mom” inside everyone

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  • Hoffard
    Hoffardalmost 7 years ago

    Beautiful! So sad but well written!

  • rockinsue
    rockinsuealmost 7 years ago

    oh my word, so beautiful, and heartfelt, as you know i miss my mum so much, and when i look in the mirror i see my mum looking at me, right down to the same wrinkleslol

  • Macky
    Mackyalmost 7 years ago

    You have no idea what reading this has meant to me, it was my late mom’s birthday yesterday. Even though it was written from a daughters perspective there are parts that apply to a son too.
    ’She peers at me from around every bend.
    and whispers to me, my heart will mend, ……………………

    The mother, I thought wll never grow old.

    and I’m here, longing to hold her tight

    Thank you Barb

  • BarbBarcikKeith
    BarbBarcikKeithalmost 7 years ago

    Macky, I know how hard it is to lose Mom.. believe me.. Mine’s been gone since 1999 and I still miss her and want her around. I don’t think you ever really get over that. Then there’s those people who say “get over it already” and you can’t explain to them that there is NO getting over it. I hope I may have helped a little.. my condolences and, oddly enough, my best wishes too..

  • pat oubridge
    pat oubridgealmost 7 years ago

    I read this with tears as I have not only lost my mum but last year in October I lost my youngest son (28), the words of your poem echo all my thoughts and feelings that I put in a poem for my son. If you would like to read it it is on my sight, and the redbubblers have been wonderful to me.
    Take care……Pat

  • ashwita
    ashwitaover 3 years ago

    absolutelaay amaazing!!! makes me want to look into the mirror and express…:)
    thank you!

  • franticflagwave
    franticflagwaveover 3 years ago

    Probably not a day passes that I don’t think of my mother. When I see my hands I too am reminded of her. I enjoyed reading this wonderful mirroring of my own thoughts at times……….Barbara

  • Thank you so much for reading and commenting on this today.. Easter is always a bit rough for me.. it was the last time Mom was well enough to come to dinner. I still miss her even though it’s been 12 years.. I don’t think we ever stop missing them.

    – BarbBarcikKeith

  • franticflagwave
    franticflagwaveover 3 years ago

    I understand Barb, any holiday stirs the emotions with those warm fuzzy feelings we get when we’re near family. I don’t know about yours but mine has changed in ways that aren’t so good. We’re scattered hither and yon and rarely ever take the time to be together. It’s just me and my husband, we’ll eat lunch with his parents at a local restaurant and spend the rest of the afternoon here at the house by ourselves. We both have grown children but not likely we’ll hear from any of them. Strange dynamics we see in families today. I miss my parents everyday and would love to be able to pick up the phone to just say," Hi Mama, whatcha doin?" Hope you have a blessed day Barb……..Hugs, Barbara

  • Understood only too well. A rare treat for us today, my youngest son will be by for dinner – it’s only because HIS family is off visiting other relatives and he was stuck at home, alone.
    I think I know what happened. Our parents generation would marry and live near their parents.. but our generation? We had to see the world!! I was gone for 14 years – after the divorce I came home – sorry I ever left now.. but we get on with it as best we can. And thanks for “mirroring” my feelings.. I would love to be able to say to Mom.. “whatcha doin” too… .. Hugs – Barb.

    – BarbBarcikKeith

  • Rocky Loder
    Rocky Loderabout 3 years ago

    beautiful poetry…great tribute….awesome…

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