Put the mirror in front of me
And my face will melt into my love's face
My smile will turn into my best friends'
My body will take my mom's shape
My stare will intimidate me like my dad
I will furrow my eyebrows like
my sister does when she is mad
I will pose like my cousin does
Scrunch my nose like my uncle
Be my own memory of my grandma
I guess those are things I want to remember.
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Comments3
we are curated
by the souls, we allow
to sculpt our heart's...
(a lovely read, thanks for sharing)
This poem says it all, and personifies all the things we admire about our kin, things we want to take with us, about them, everywhere we go. Well written!
This piece shares those memories of loved ones so vividly through the mirror image reflecting back. Quite original and just lovely.
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