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?