A Part of You
I am said to be a reflection of you
How are you who I am, if I don’t know who you are
Do you walk upon legs like mine
I’m doubtful of the similarities our appearances might share
Maybe our alikeness occurs in our eyes
Our tiny window to our own soul showing the burdens each one of
us keeps there
Are they vast forests or raging oceans
Maybe it’s the smile I think
Teeth like snowy mountains hard and firm blanketed in white
Lips full and bright like the moon in lunar eclipse
Turned slightly upward like jack-o-lanterns at dawn
It might possibly be the hair
Cascading in waterfalls of chocolate or vanilla down the back
In spirals or maybe like boards each strand reflecting the face of
its owner
Maybe we share the same cheekbones
Little hills prominently placed, protruding like apples at the
formation of words
The landscape changing to constant emotion you feel
All of these or none at all, how do we know who you are
Maybe it’s not the eyes, the smile, the teeth and hair
What if you are simpler
More beautiful yet the most ordinary
The most of everything while simultaneously the least of all things
I’ll recognize you, because looking at neither the differences or
similiarites
I am a reflection of you
Mary Claire McNabb