Refletions
Gazing at the reflection before me
The person in the mirror I see.
I wonder if this person is from the past
Or the person I have become at last.
A woman old beyond her years
Eyes that have shed so many tears.
The reflection in her beautiful eyes of green
Of all the wonderful things they have seen.
She has reaped the bounty of the earth
Yet few are left at her hearth.
Some have cast her aside
With no thought to her pride
Some in death have gone to sleep
But in a better world they will again meet.
Despite all the turmoil and pain
There is a strength only she can sustain.
There is still a glow of courage and spirit
Though many have tried to bury it.
With a quite dignity
She maintains her integrity.
Gone is the innocence of a child
Gone are the days that she was wild.
She has become all that she can be
She is a reflection of me.
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