In your eyes,

I see a reflection of myself,

older, wiser,

a wife, a mother.


In your eyes,

I see a reflection of myself,

falling for the same tricks,

making the same mistakes.


In your eyes,

I see a reflection of myself,

the image warped and the colors morphed,

yet my essence all the same.


and when they burn,

I go up in smoke.


and when they cry,

I am drowned alive.


They say the eyes are the windows to the soul,

well, Mother, then you and I must be one.

Your eyes are one-way mirrors,

in them, I see nothing but

a reflection of myself.