Joan Douglas Poems

As I gaze into the mirror....
All I can see....
Is my reflection...
Staring back at me....
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To write a poem about Mama...
Would take a million pages...
She's as wise as Methuselah and
always seems ageless...
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I've been looking for an answer....
That doesn't come in books....
Looking for an answer that nature...
Won't have in seasonal changes or looks...
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