The day after mothers day

I saw a woman today
dressed like my mom
blue denim skirt
brown leather shoes
sensible cotton top.
Her arms swayed like sausages.
as she carried her small shopping bag
and searched for a book in the library shelves.
I didn't despise her like I do
to most other women.
That feeling of hate
didn't rise up inside
for not being my mother. Instead
I watched her quietly
I contemplated her short haircut.
Not the right color
Her glasses were similar, and the
blue denim skirt
brown leather shoes
sensible cotton top
were exactly the same.
She found her book, opened a passage
and with the roundness of womanhood
walked off the floor,
wearing my moms clothes
front-button blue denim skirt
favorite scuffed brown shoes
and sensible cotton top
I'm still watching the empty space