As I step out of the shower, <br />I hear peoples voices saying, 'What a beautiful girl.' <br />And as I look into the mirror, <br />I don't see what other people see..... <br />What I see is totally different, <br />I see a young woman in a white, flowing dress looking back at me. <br />And as I stare into this woman's eyes, <br />I see trouble. <br />I see trouble within her eyes..... <br />I try to ask her what is wrong but I get no reply. <br /> <br />Later that evening as I look into the mirror, <br />I don't see the woman that was staring at me earlier. <br />So I try to ignore it. But later that night I hear the voices again, only this time its clearer. <br />I heard people scorning and turning up their noses at a woman. <br />I try to wake up, but it doesn’t work. So, I try to scream and call out my mother's name, but that doesn't work either. It was only then I realized that I was dying, slowly at first, then faster and faster. <br />I see the world around me spinning, tossing and turning too, <br />I try to say goodbye, but only a groan comes out of me. <br />The next thing I knew, I saw total darkness.<br /><br />Shannon Monroe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mother-and-a-death/
