I saw her again
the little woman who reminds me of my mother.
I could not say looks like.
There are just some things.
Her hair, though hers is straighter and longer.
Her size, though she is smaller.
Her large glasses, her quiet demeanor.
I cannot seem to know what it is really.
My mother in her 70s, that woman’s age,
was plump and round, vibrant and colorful
and this woman is none of those things.
My mother wore lipstick, scarves, earrings.
This woman does not.
And yet there is something.
I want to tap her shoulder
hear her voice
see her smile
make her laughÂ
just to see.
Just to see is there anything there.
Is there anyone there that I know.
