I look in the mirror searching for you.
Is it my eyes, my nose, my cheeky grin?
No obvious resemblance.
I look at my children searching for you.
Who has your strength, your temperament, your jovial nature?
I am not sure.
I look through my memories searching for you.
You ran to me, tilted me up, called me your daughter
the last time we met - you were 75 then.
I look through an old box searching for you.
I found a foto of you, snuggled beside grandpa.
Sitting there with your sweet smile.
I look in another box searching for you.
However now I end my search.
I realize that I will not find you.
Not anywhere - out there
but that you are here,
in my heart.