Did you ever have a best friend when you were young?
That you would dress like,act like,even comb your hair alike?
We are sometime mirrored images of our friends,if we could confess it with our tongue.
But we move, even getting married to a man named Mike.
Sweet childhood memories,but now we have our own mirrored images,our children
even if you had no
children we play the mentor to many others.
Hoping we left this life with a grin
Knowing that we helped out all our sisters and brothers.
Written by
Carol Lamica
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