The camera never lies they say,

but I hope the mirror does,

for all I see is the reflection of another.

I’m still me but I see her.

A much older woman,

with years etched upon her face.

I remember the younger image,

how can I not compare?

I see the time passed, the laughs, the tears,

all in that new, old likeness.

It still feels like

the reflection of another.

© Sharon O’Neil 2024