When I pass a mirror
and catch you watching me,
I'm stricken with the strangest chill
that no one else can see.
The resemblance is uncanny.
The face, the hair, the nose.
I'm even just about your height.
I guess that's how it goes.
I'll always be reminded
of when you went away
each time I pass a mirror...
(That's every single day.)
Mary if I had not read most of your poetry this might have been lost on me but I have and it's not
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mary, it can be striking how much we look like our parents and how those images can bring back certain feelings. Powerful write! Brian