Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE REFLECTION, by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS

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First Line: It was the eve my mother died
Last Line: With lines of sorrow drawn!
Subject(s): Grief; Mothers; Tears; Sorrow; Sadness

IT WAS the eve my mother died.
The bowl with water had been set;
The candle shone, the bier beside --
The room, I see it yet!

Above the bowl I chanced to lean;
The water like a mirror lay --
My mother's face therein was seen!
Half-wild I turned away.

And long my tears flowed unassuaged ...
But now I know, since years are gone,
It was my face I saw -- but aged,
With lines of sorrow drawn!

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