Mirror Imaginings

by Lian Brook-Tyler

Mirror Imaginings

My son’s friend said today how much my daughter and I look like each other, which is something I hear often… But I find it hard to see that myself, I guess it can be hard to see oneself.

Then just now I happened to see this photo of me in my teens… And I can see it could be her.

As she said “It looks scarily similar”

Seeing her, in me, as me, as her…

But without the shards of broken mirror demons that plagued me then, and that thankfully she knows nothing of.

Mothers do the healing work, not just for ourselves but for the daughters.

Though maybe time doesn’t work like we think it does.

She might look like me but more than that, she is the emergent dream of our ancestors, her bright soul shining beyond me and a harbinger of the beauty to come before she was even a twinkle in the velvet sky.

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