(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
- e.e. cummings
The first time I saw Mom with her new "friend" was about six months ago when I poked my head outside the kitchen doorway, and saw her in front of the hallway mirror. "Mom, dinner!" I said cheerily. She turned to me, then turned to the mirror, "Come on," she coaxed. A pause. "Aren't you coming?" she asked the mirror, then turned back to me, shrugged, and said, "She won't come."
Well, okay then!
In the time since, Mom has developed quite a friendship with the mirror lady. The hallway mirror is on the door of the linen closet. Several times an evening I'll see Mom in conversation with her friend, then open the door only to find the mirror lady has disappeared, replaced by quite a nice selection of clean towels and sheets.
The mirror lady shows up everywhere! We find her in department stores, restaurants, all bathrooms, anywhere there is a reflective surface.
Mom always gives the mirror lady a smile as if to say "Hello! I'm happy to see you again!" And then waves. Other people in the vicinity are perplexed or amused. I'm happy Mom has her friend along for the ride.
Yesterday, while doing dishes, Mom grinned at a big serving spoon, then pointed her "friend" out to me in the concave shell. "Isn't that funny?"
Yep, yep it is, Mom.