Mom and she

She is a splitting image of her mom!
The mirror says.
They would look just the same,
On most days
Just the same, yet not quite so.
Some differences.
Which many times eyes missed
Subtle nuances
The twinkle of her eyes, not mom's
Shone out bright
Mom's skin sagged at the eyes
On closer sight
The sparkle of her smile, not mom's
Lifted the day
While mom's guarded lil smile
Had loads to say
Same, yet not, they both looked
At the mirror
Conjoint life, some gone some awaited
Always together