Who?

by Cheryl Merrick

Who is that woman?
She looks vaguely familiar,
     but I don’t remember her
     having two chins.
She has a pleasant roundness
     and an ample lap.
She struggles to touch her toes,
     moves slowly enough
     to walk with a small child,
Looks kind,
     and has plenty of time to listen.
At last I recognize her,
     She is “Grandma”,
      this woman who
      looks at me
      from the mirror.