I was made in your image, a mirror reflection of what you once used to be.

A person who chose to live, love, hope, and believe

in all things, the small and the big.

From the top of the redwoods, to the branches and twigs.

Thank you, I hope one day, my heart can grow larger like yours did

whenever a stranger needing help came into your midst.

You kept your heart vulnerable, and your arms wide open

until I was doing the same as your literal mirror, did you decide to close them.

We would embrace, and cherish each other's presence,

the woman with her mirror adolescent.