I walked by the mirror and glanced to see;
my grandmother looking back at me!
There was no doubt about it, it was her eyes and chin,
which were reflected there, as I looked within.

I smiled. . . she smiled, I frowned and then,
her face crinkled into a spunky grin.
Turning away, I scolded me,
“You silly thing, how could that be?”

But glancing back, I still could see,
her twinkling grey eyes smiling at me.
Giving her a tiny wink. . .
“I suppose it’s possible,” I then did think.