How Could This Happen?

I look and see my mother's face
but it's not my mother I see,
for I'm looking in the mirror
and the face I see is me.

I listen and hear my mother's voice
but it's not my mother I hear,
For I'm listening to the words I say
and they are words she said I fear.

I wonder how she'd see me now
and what she'd have to say?
I think she'd probably say to me.
'How'd you get this way? '

I'd know I'd reply 'Mama please,
I didn't have any choice.
'Cause everytime time I open my mouth
I still can hear your voice.'

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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