Each line on her tired face
could tell many stories
her hair maybe sparse and grey
but when I look into
her blue cheeky eyes
it always takes me by surprise
as I see the little child spirit inside
still young at heart
and so alive
I no longer see the wrinkles
only beauty
and the warmth of her smile.
Peter Dome, copyright.2012.
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