R.I.P. Storm 1-29-17

My kitten misses her mother- so I'm her spokesperson.

Large eyes bore into my own,

The same color,

The same shape.

My heart leaps.

My mother, returned,

At last to care for me.

As I lean in to give her a hug,

She leans in too,

But I’m brought up short,

By the mirror in my way.

And when I look beyond it,

For my mother,

I found she had gone away again.