I stare into a clear pool,
And it looks back,
Dark hair,
Dark eyes,
Warm smile,
Color painted across the cheeks and messed hair.
They look like me, but not,
They are another me,
Another time, another place,
High collar, low dip into the chest,
Blood red trim at the neckline,
A mirror,
Another me.
In their eyes twinkle mischief,
Framed by the same dark, short lashes as mine,
And their nose is my nose,
And the straight hair that swoops at the end is mine too.
Their future stacks upon my past to make my future,
And I wish I could tell them that they did well,
We survived,
I am their legacy,
They lived true and I carry that truth now,
Colorful in all of the ways that matter.
And when I am reflected in that pool I hope that the next can see me too,
Joyful and proud of the future.
