Art by Lisa Asiata
There’s a woman in my mirror
And she looks a lot like me,
Though there’s lines around her eyes,
And her hair is wild and free.
She is plumper than myself,
And she is definitely grey.
Did I miss the day this happened
Has she always been this way?
And this woman in the mirror
Has an air of something calm,
Like a tide that’s going out,
And a beach that’s soft and warm.
She has seen the world in colour,
She has learned to know the truth.
There’s a wisdom in her wrinkles,
There’s a knowledge brought from youth.
And she seems to move more freely,
As though released from earthly binds.
Is she made of something lighter?
Perhaps the weight she left behind.
Like the press of expectation,
And the need to yield and bend.
I like this woman in the mirror,
She’s fast becoming my best friend.
I love this. The woman is see in the mirror is certainly a newer and different version of myself.
ReplyDeleteI find the woman in my mirror changes imperceptibly, until I need a photo of myself for something like my bus pass. Yep, that was a shock!! 😄
DeleteI looked in my mirror and realised I looked just like my mother!
ReplyDeleteI look like how my mum looked 20 years ago, which is about right as she's 20 years older than me. 😁
DeleteI love this poem! So true! When I have to look in the mirror I see the women in my family who have passed on. My mom, grandmothers, my sister and aunts all looks g back at me. It's a trip. Then there are those times when I only see myself and still can't believe its me in that mirror.
ReplyDeleteI think sometimes we have to stop, and really look in the mirror don't we. Just recently I'm guilty of not looking properly. 🫤
DeleteWhat a beautiful poem. I am glad that the woman in the mirror is your best friend, and I hope many more of us will one day feel the same way. When we are at peace with ourselves, it becomes much easier to make friends, open our hearts, and connect with others. A charming poem with a deeper message behind it. Thank you for sharing it with us.
ReplyDeleteSome days it's easier to feel that way than others isn't it. 🫤
DeleteOh, yes. And that last bit is increasingly true as I get older and kinder to myself than I have ever been. Thank you. xx
ReplyDeleteIt's good to leave the weight of life's darker days behind sometimes isn't it. ❤️
DeleteI really like this poem-thanks for sharing. Catriona
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure. ❤️
DeleteHear, hear...lovely poem :)
ReplyDeleteAngie
It really is. ❤️
DeleteMirror, mirror on the wall, I’ve turned into my mother after all. So true but I see a much older lady in my mirror as my mother was only 58 when she died, but super memories of her in the years since. Let’s just live and enjoy ourselves however we feel🙏. Jan in Castle Gresley
ReplyDeleteIt must be quite poignant for you, to see a lovely woman in the mirror that your mother sadly never became. ❤️ xx
DeleteGrowing up, I was told I looked like my father, but, more recently, I seem to have turned into my mother!
ReplyDeleteI was always a mix of the two, but I do think myself and my brother look more like mum used to look now. 🙂
DeleteLovely poem.
ReplyDeleteGod bless.
It is. ❤️ xx
DeleteWhat a gentle, precious poem. Thank you. I don't see my mother, or other older family members in my mirror, but, fortunately, I like the elderly number I"m becoming. Which is just as well, because it's happening anyway. Where I see my mother strongly, is occasionally, looking at my hands when I'm holding a coffee cup, in just the way she did, and it gives me a jolt. She died early, so missed out on grandchildren but I think she would've liked the ones she missed.
ReplyDeleteOh gosh yes, I see my dad's hands whenever I look down. 🙂
DeleteLovely x
ReplyDeleteAlison in Devon x
❤️ xx
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