
She looks in the mirror,
and stares in the glass.
Memories visual,
the haunting has passed.
Recalling events,
reflected in front,
and wonders quite simply,
when did I become?
Β© Becoming (her) 01.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Looking Glass (Photo credit: Elena Kalis)

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Excellent!
Thank you Resa!
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Love this… have a Haiku I havenβt published yet featuring a flower -but same theme!! This was terrific, and love this image! ~ π
Thank you – looking forward to your Haiku – isn’t it amazing how we very often mirror the same themes and emotions π
Yes, I often think it is a certain type of person who enjoys this blogging project ~ likeminded in many ways π
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So evocative…I love the unanswered-ness of this gorgeous poem. Beautiful.
Thank you so much – it was one of those mornings, looking in the bathroom mirror, when you realise you have become your Mother! π
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Awesome! My favorite until NOW!! π
Love and blessings,
-Naima.
Aw thank you Naima!
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My pleasure indeed π
-Naima.
Reblogged this on Worldly Winds and commented:
10 years since my Mum’s diagnosis, and still not a day goes by when I don’t think about her.
I begin to see this from another perspective.
Thank you Yoshiko π
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