Becoming Her

"Daughter may you turn in laughter

a candle dreams a candle draws

the heart that burns shall burn thereafter.

May you turn as roses fall"

~< Patti Smith

Her reflection looked back at her, very woman, wise in years. She didn't look too different from herself at 11. She was same but not same. Scrawny, all bones and dark. darker still in mind. Swamped gloom with her drooped eyes, bushy lashes and low brows, always sullen. People said she looked so. Large eyes glassed with unshed tears that made her innocent and harmless, so fragile like china plates.