It is a personification
that I love, one of being
exactly like a mother
more so as the age advances, the mother’s characteristics grow more pronounced.
Not relying on others
I take myself as an instance
where I find I turn like my mom
both in looks and attitude.
Way before I was a different
from her in every aspect/
Is it the genetics that play?
I am unable to assess,
friends and relations
identified the similarities
first, I negated their perception.
saying they are wrong.
Of recent , while I
cross a mirror, the reflection
makes me jump, looks
as though mom is walking
same could be felt in
the voice while I talk.
Curious it sounds, but true
I am a replica of her
in certain distinct features,
but fall short of her when equated she surpasses in skills unknown to me surmounts in exercising control.
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