I am me but also your reflection
forever your shadow
mimicking your actions
then one day, will come into my own
and be shadowed by my reflection
the same love mirrored
in two pairs of brown eyes
life is all about mirrors and shadows.
Written for dVerse quadrille Monday and Sadje’s wdys. Today’s host, Merril, asks us to write a quadrille of exactly 44 words and include the word mirror or its other forms in it.
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I love this wonderful poem in honor of your mom Punam. beautiful! 💗
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This is wonderful, and also filled with love. Both the unity and the partition between mother and child.
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A beautiful love-filled quadrille, Punam. I think we see one or the other of our parents in our own mirror image from time to time, although as I get older, I see my mother and my grandmother staring back at me most days, as conveyed in your opening line.
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This is incredibly deep and profound, Punam! ❤️❤️❤️
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This is so tender and filled with love. It really touched me, Punam. I’m missing my mom a bit today. ❤️
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Unbelievably beautiful, Punam.
~David
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We look at reflections
And say, “that is me”
And “mirrors don’t lie”
That’s the way it must be
A neck that is sagging
A nose that is fat
And those imperfections
Are what others must see
There is no compassion
Forgiveness of that
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tender and beautiful… So lovely 🤍
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too sweet!
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So beautifully written Punam. Love is an ongoing emotion, transferred from one generation to the next. Love this poem. Thanks for joining in.
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A complete explanation well stated.
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It is a beautiful thing when our children mirrors us, especially in the good things we do.
Well done!
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This is beautiful, Punam! (i had similar thoughts as i wrote)
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Exquisite Mother’s Day poem, Punam! Insightful! Our children are very good judges of character, and we need to be good examples. ❤ ❤ ❤
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Beautiful, tender, and heartwarming. 🩶🙏 The last line is splendid, Punam!
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Such a lovely poem.
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Sweet words. To be mirror and then shadow. Each role so important.
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That’s a wonderful last line Punam. We are both. (K)
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Nice one Punam
Much💖love
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This is a really beautiful poem. The two prompts are nicely combined, too.
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Happy mothers day Punam …
“Mothers (a Tanka)”
Happy Mothers Day
The queens of my universe
Your stars light my sky
Every day and every night
On my bended knees, I stay
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You hit the nail on the head with this one, Punam! 💖
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life is all about
mirrors and shadows.
How true it is Punam! More so when the pair of brown eyes belong to a mother and child!
Hank
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A beautiful and heartfelt poem, Punam.
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What a beautiful Mother/Son poem Punam! I loved this ☺️❤️
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It must be a strange and very emotional experience to see yourself in someone else. Beautifully stated.
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Wonderful poem for a mother and her child, Punam. The pic is so beautiful.
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How lovely! Becoming my mother, in so many ways … the highest honor bestowed upon me!
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The wonder of life and aging, death. How we become our parents and not just DNA.
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I love the last line and how the ancestral mirror keeps reflecting our lives. This is powerful!
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Perfect Punam 🙌
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Nice, Punam. Yes, kids do pick up the ways of the parents. After a time, when the conscious rebellion stage is over. Mom was okay after all.
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Very true and very beautiful Punam
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Love it, Punam 💛
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Really nice poem !
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It goes on for generations to come. Well penned, Punam.
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Nature and nurture… These mirrors are inside us as well. That said, every single moment we live moulds us in a manner entirely unique. We are in Time’s shadow.
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