everyone tells me
that my daughter
looks like her mother.
and when i say
everyone, i mean everyone.
*our family.
*our friends.
*strangers who’ve only seen photos of them.
…
when i look
at madeline i,
(of course),
recognize the resemblance.
and when i remember
liz,
and when i see
photos of
liz,
that connection becomes
even more apparent.
…
during our recent
trip to minnesota
i got to see
a bunch of
photos of
liz
as a toddler.
i couldn’t believe it.
neither could maddy.
in fact, she had
a hard time
determining if the
photo she saw was
of her
or of her mom.
…
then tonight
i got a message
from a friend
asking me some
questions about what
liz
looked like
at maddy’s age.
well…
…
i’ve been asked
many times
before, if it’s
hard for me to
see such a
striking resemblance
between maddy and
her mom.
the answer?
fuck no.
i find nothing but comfort
in seeing
liz
in maddy.
and why shouldn’t i?