Who do I see when I look in the mirror?
Whose eyes reside beneath uncertain brow?
When did that image take on such deep shadow?
Has time undone all the wonder somehow?
I have the same eyes I had in my childhood.
I have the same face beneath wrinkles and spots.
But, I have different needs, different dreams, different feelings,
And many more “can’t”s than I do of “why not”s .
So, who do I see when I look in the mirror?
Whose eyes glint bright beneath gathering tears?
Sister, and daughter and wife, but not mother,
searching for courage to face the next years.