When I look into the mirror ….

I see my light brown eyes
showing the same strength
I saw in my mother’s soft
brown eyes with reflections
of her own mother’s ebony eyes.
I see a sensitive face reflecting
her father’s deep dimple
only on one side of his face.
I see a soul willing
to be a sounding board
to anyone who has a need
to share their deepest thoughts.
I see my parents charm, character
and strength passed down
to me and I’m grateful.

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