When I look in the mirror I see …
Someone I don’t recognise,
They look vaguely familiar but who are they?
It can’t be me for I look different now.
Before I looked like …
Me … you know me … . A wife, a carer, part of a parenting package, a lover, a best friend, a confidant, a significant other, a partner, a sounding board, a giver of affection, a half of a whole.
But the person in the mirror is… A widow, a lone parent, alone, without a special friend, anxious, a half without another to make a whole.
As I look in the mirror now I see that the reflection is like me but changed. But a person with whom I am becoming more familiar with each time I look and with whom I can see is becoming the new me.
So it can’t be me … can it?
But as I look closer I see … the mother with love to give, the woman with affection in her heart, a woman with the benefit of having loved and been loved.
A woman with inner strength to go on, to find the hope that can be found, and the potential to love again.