Remember - Copyright © 2009 LeeAnna Williams -

I know that face.
I know her eyes.
I know the smile between the young one's cheeks.
They're the same as in the picture on the nightstand.
But, I know more.
I know the child's laugh.
I know the mother's smell.
And I know the father's voice.
How?
Why?
Where did they come from?
Who are they?
They tell me they visit every Wednesday.
I don't remember them.
I've never seen them, save the photograph.
I know I love them, or, at least love their company.
But, even my own reflection looks older, experienced, but not wiser.
I don't know that woman, the one that looks at me.
She's much too old to be me.
How did I age?
Why?
Where did the reflection come from?
Who is she?
I want to remember.

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