Reflection.~by Shashi Gupta

 

 

Reflection.

People I bump into from the yesteryears
Talk of my mother like she was here
The way she looked and the way she walked
They can’t get over how so like her, I talk.
I look in the mirror now and I see her face
Lovely she was and so full of grace
She made me the person I am now
Moulded in her image she worked on me how!
I wonder if I could ever be like she was
Am I really a true reflection of her?

SG.