IT HAS HAPPENED

She stepped into the picture frame,

I didn’t see it happening,

But there the picture told it all,

Mother and daughter became one.

The hair was white, the face the same...

Seen resurrected deadened one.

And I know another waits,

I see her shoes upon my floor,

One day when mom has gone from here,

It will be I, her ghost return.

I’ll see reflected back at me…

The image that I see in her.