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.