Memory

• Renee Heffer
• Poetry
• 2010

Sometimes,
I look in the mirror
and expect to see,
a little face smiling
back at me.

Sometimes,
I look at the shadows
and expect to see,
a little form following
close to me.

Sometimes,
I look in the house
and expect to see,
a little creature laughing
next to me.

Sometimes,
I look at the doorways
and expect to see,
a little girl staring
right at me.