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The Mirror
by
Charilette Rai Sweeney
When I looked into the mirror
someone looked back at me
But I only vaguely knew her,
she had grown so old you see
A touch of grey in her auburn hair,
tiny wrinkles around her eyes
She looked quite like my mother,
her expression kind and wise
And as I watched her she smiled at me
then her eyes filled full of tears
How could I not have noticed
the endless passage of the years?
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