My mirror lies constantly;
who’s that lady reflected?
That’s not me!
With the gray strands
and the oval face
more my mom’s than mine.
Yes, my mirror lies
for in amber light,
I see the me I remember.
Posted for and very loosely inspired by the Daily Prompt: The Clothes (May) Make the (Wo)man
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When the Door Closes 
June 23, 2015 at 12:11 pm
I think this is such a great interpretation of this post because you have turned your response into a poem, and as a lover of poetry I really enjoyed this. Well done for writing about this so well.
June 23, 2015 at 6:27 pm
Thanks, Lucy! I always appreciate kind words from fellow poetry enthusiasts. 🙂