there's an old woman peeping through my glasses: HS#7

there's an old woman peeping through my glasses
using my toothbrush
soaking in my tub.




she tries on my pajamas
walks with my slippers
and my God, can't stand her
not for an hour
when she sings in the shower!

she hums my songs, sits on my chair

and one day i caught her

gobbling some chocs
nibbling my nuts
while she talks to my friends on the phone!






this is atrocious
she thinks she belongs here
but i must admit
she's wonderful with my grandkids

and that they adore her!

                                                                        
i must again admit
she is getting to be a habit.
a familiar face
who for goodness sakes,
had her perm while i sleep!

and though she is forgetting she isn't me
i remember her eyes and her voice
and her thoughts
and her scent...
and even her words!


well, i hope she stays
to be the old woman
while I the younger one.