I’ll Carry That With Pride!
I see my Mother standing there when I peak in the mirror on the wall.
Where did that young girl go, is there anything left of her at all?
Look at those tired eyes, white hair and wrinkles on her face.
Did she disappear completely, is she totally replaced?
This face is looking back at me to see if I recognize,
Anything about her. in her hair, face or eyes.
Mom’s standing looking back, is the only thing I see,
It’s nice to see my Mom again but what has become of me?
Is this what happens when we get old and completely worn.
We lose all track of us and the child that was born.
But if this is what I’m left with, I’ll be satisfied,
Because I look like Mom now, and I’ll carry that with pride.
Written by,
Bonnie May
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So finely-penned, and I love the humor - first rate prose!!
Hugs,
Lance
excellent Bonnie...
John
Georg
(((HUGS))) love and prayer, Karla.
Love,
Eileen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
We lose all track of us and the child that was born.
Cryssa
Be always safe,
Karen
Know your Mom is looking down and enjoying this delightful poem!
{{{hugs}}} Micke