"how may I help you?"
is what she said to me,
as I stood upon her doorstep,
my once curly short hair
now long & red & straight,
my brown eyes no longer hidden
by glasses but by green contacts,
& my once chubby physic
slender & slim,

it took her several moments
to see the similarities in me
that once mirrored her own;
her once red curly hair now streaked with grey,
her browns eyes showing signs of old age,
& her glasses now tri-focals
& falling down her nose,

Mother. Daughter.
both realizing,
you can never go home again.

by Shawn Ann Murray ©2011