Looking Like Mom
I always hoped I'd look like Mom, someday when I grew old. With rosy cheeks so finely lined, exactly in her mold. I wished my hair would turn like hers; the auburn streaked with gray. Crowning me with dignity, a little more each day. Then suddenly this morning as I brushed my hair in place, "Mom" peered out from the mirror, and we stood there face to face! God heard my prayer and fashioned me an image from the past. I only wish - this once - he hadn't answered me so fast. ||Charlotte Koss||
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