When did the reflection become
So strong
Wavering and slight at first
Illuminated brightly from within.
And now
Her image
Sharply defined
The same
But separate
Proud
It is her own
A touch of her spirit
In the eyes and laughter
In the mouth.
Reaching out to touch
The face that is hers
Yet is not.
Daughter of mine
Alike but keener
In color and in song.
