You know it's going to be
a different kind of day when you look
in the bathroom mirror
and your mother
is looking back
at you.
The odd thing is this:
I always wanted to look like Mama.
I always thought she was the prettiest woman I knew.
I still think she is.
And there she was in the mirror this morning.
Perhaps she was wishing me "happy birthday"...
Perhaps she was reminding me that I am still her girl...
Perhaps she was letting me know she is always there for me.
I choose to believe all three.
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