by Tanya Stoklosa

Created on: April 26, 2008

Amazing Face

White as snow the strands of hair
That fell around her face
Her soft brown eyes and rosy cheeks,
A smile that showed her grace
A face which told a story
In the lines time would not erase

Lines from friends and family
Each line had a history
Some lines belonged to others
Some lines belonged to me

The ones I'd wish I'd never given,
Lines of pain or worry or fear
But the lines of love, the lines of laughter
Are the ones that I hold dear

Not just by the look she'd give me
Or by the words her mouth would form
I could read between the lines
On her face so flush and warm

And know a story of forgiveness
Or a riddle of delight
A rhyme of good faith
A reason each line was made just right

Her face could be a novel
That takes you to another place
The drama of my mother is
Written in her amazing face

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