Mirrored In Her!
Love the sweet smell of victory.
Peppermint or cinnamon aroma
That sometimes fills a kitchen.
Grandmother’s laughter was
Infectious but no longer is. She
drew me in with her stories.
Instructions for living.
I seriously loved that lady, guess
God knew, reason he gave me
similar features to hers.
The face I see, when I face
a mirror, or reflect on her words.
assures that I will never forget her.
I look at myself. recognize her
Unless I lose my vision, my mind,
I'll be comforted for I'm as strong
a woman as she was.
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Peppermint or cinnamon aroma
That sometimes fills a kitchen.
Grandmother’s laughter was
Infectious but no longer is. She
drew me in with her stories.
Instructions for living.
I seriously loved that lady, guess
God knew, reason he gave me
similar features to hers.
The face I see, when I face
a mirror, or reflect on her words.
assures that I will never forget her.
I look at myself. recognize her
Unless I lose my vision, my mind,
I'll be comforted for I'm as strong
a woman as she was.
Visit ruthspoetry.rahtimes.com/ for more on the Author.
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