FACE IN THE MIRROR
DECEMBER 2013
The face in the mirror looking back at me.
Where in the world did she come from?
Who in the world can she be?
There is something vaguely familiar
when I look into her eyes.
Maybe someone I met before, she must have family ties.
The hair that should be almost black
is now mostly salt with a little pepper
and where those tiny laugh lines were,
the crow's feet beg to differ.
I look at her and think I recognise
something about about her mouth,
but there again there's something wrong
everything is heading south.
I bend in close for one more look.
She bends closer to look at me.
Then she laughs and I walk away,
Hope she's not laughing at me.
