The lady in the Mirror

Her voice was cracked, she hadn’t spoken for a while,
“I know her, who can that be?”
“I remember the hair, the beautiful smile,
“ah... yes, that used to be me”

As her reflection returned her gaze
She began to see someone much younger,
And her mind drifted back through the haze
To a young woman so much stronger

It looked like her, but how old now?
She Dare not even guess her age,
“I feel the years and the time somehow”
“But it all feels like the same page”

She felt the love of a child squeezing her hand
“She was ours, and we love her so much”
A comb through her hair, brought her back to now,
As she felt the carers touch

She frowned at the carer, who’s eyes filled with tears
And wondered why this should be,
“Don’t cry my dear, ...oh isn’t this strange?”
“You look a little like me.”