she looked in the mirror and saw a stranger . . .
not really, she saw the shadows of a little girl . . .
who snuck out the yard . . .
had ice cream with a neighbor . . .
two houses down . . .
she fell, busted her knee, and lied . . .
the neighbor already told . . .
she looked closer and saw a little girl . . .
just eleven years old . . .
who followed that boy . . .
he touched her in that place . . .
the place that belonged to her future husband . . .
he won a pleasure and she lost a treasure . . .
she saw the reflection of a girl . . .
who ran wild, loose and fearless . . .
drinking, drugging and whoring free . . .
she had a son mentally ill, bipolar they say . . .
sometimes schizophrenic . . .
medication didn’t keep him out of jail . . .
year after year . . .
that was her in that mirror . . .
had a daughter, then another . . .
different daddies had all three . . .
many others in between . . .
she searched for the right one . . .
the one to fill her daddy void . . .
she saw that face in the mirror . . .
didn’t look like her anymore . . .
moon face, full of steroids . . .
mustache shadow, long chin hairs . . .
missing more teeth than she has . . .
eyes dark, swollen with last night tears . . .
yea that’s her, I can tell . . .
she still smiles on this journey . . .
can’t change the life she lived . . .
she just keeps going . . .
some roads she traveled . . .
were full of joy . . .
some are just memories to savor . . .
yea that’s that girl . . .
she’s an old lady now. . .
with old lady hands . . .
old lady wrinkles . . .
old lady tender steps . . .
old lady pains . . .
that mirror captured a lifetime
saving reflections . . .
remembering those times . . .
good and bad . . .
before dementia claims them all . . .
©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria
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