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She looked in the mirror
And her eyes glazed over.
When did she change?
How did it happen?

Plumped body,
Rounded curves,
Certainly not her
Youthful size 8.

Shortened stature
Flattened feet,
Now shoe size
A larger size 8.

Oh, and the
Wrinkled forehead
And lines beside the eyes–
What stories would they tell?

Past anguish, joys,
Loves and losses,
All reflecting in that
Old-fashioned mirror.

Staring intently, she falters,
“Grandma, is that you?”

With the shake of her head
And a blink of her eyes,
She’s returned to the present,
Comforted that traits she
Recently feared will be
Revered by her grandchildren, too.