Island of Dreams
In Reflection
HEAR IT
No matter that my duty is to love her -
Love is a daughter's place:
I shall not let myself become my mother,
Nor wear her face.
No matter if my mirror shares her features,
Self is a state of mind,
Nor if my hand betrays another creature's:
All glass is blind.
No matter that my smile is like another -
Flesh of her flesh and bone:
I shall not let myself become my mother:
My life's my own.
January, 2004
