Monday, October 26, 2009

she...

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

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