Her white hair is a halo around her face,
Her face a mass of creases
Her eyes shining bright, she looks at me
As though her piercing glance can see what I’m feeling
Her shrivelled hands tremble as they touch my face
It’s been long since I met her,
Yet it feels like just yesterday
The light around her is white, blinding
She looks so serene, at peace with herself
The love in her eyes as she looks at me—immeasurable
And as I watch her coming closer
Her shriveled frame surprisingly graceful,
I feel as if I’m looking at myself,
A mirror image of what I may be tomorrow
