Quote:
Originally Posted by Sally Roberts
She stands before
the looking glass
Her own reflection there,
Eyes so empty
brown and dark
Cornrows entwined her hair.
Forgotten memories
of her past,
To think of thoughts escape her,
Behind the face
forever lost
Reflections of a stranger.
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I was going to just quote the last three lines. Then I read it again. There's no way I can quote any part of this poem without the rest of it! It's like sitting at a table, with the place settings there, without the food! (can you tell it's close to dinner time?)
I could see it all, the woman in front of the mirror, not really seeing what's there, lost in memories. ...Empty eyes...speak so much! I've been there. I've looked in the mirror and wondered where the woman everyone described to me was. It's a haunting memory I will never lose.
hugs,
Gail