They say she looks like me, down to her knobby knees.
I’ve long held out a hope that this would not be true.
But when I look at us from another’s vantage point,
I’m forced to plainly see the truth there is in that.
The camera does not lie.
It merely focuses its eye on what is really there.
And if I accept that fact, then I must face the rest.
This gentle little soul is much too much like me.