To my shock with pose and grace
In the mirror I see
My mother’s image of her face
Looking back at me

Mom, I say, I understand
The troubles you went through
I applaud you with both hands
For things, you had to do

I know you are as proud can be
With memories I have got
Reflections in the mirror I see
Of you in loving thought

Inside me is your daughter here
Talking to whom I see
While looking at you in the mirror
Looking back at me

Mae Futter Stein
June 6, 2011