I didn’t plan
to dwell on death
navigating days
weeks months
trying to appear poised
but you are there
in my mirror
and it
feels unfair
to mark me
my forehead
my one difference
a birthmark
that some find ugly
but I like it best
a mark of myself
atop your Sicilian eyes
your mouth
they played games
in school
tempting death
in mirrors
late night slumber parties
chanting and reciting
always
I
in a corner
reading a book
respecting death
as something far away
that could not
touch me yet
each day
searching my mirror
for answers-
for your smile
among the living
A tribute?
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Hi Derrick. Of sorts, I suppose–I was looking into a mirror and seeing my own mother’s face
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I figured it would be something like that
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Beautiful, with a sense of mystery too. A young person is rarely so reflective.
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Thank you so much, I suppose then all my years are good for something–reflection is good
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Your birthmark, your mark of yourself, seems a fitting anchor for looking in your mirror. Lovely image.
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Ah, I have missed a few messages, but I always appreciate the interactions. Thank you for your most wise insight
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