Love Lines Poem by Jacquie StewartHeimann

We see the frail old woman
Sitting in the park
Her face is worn and furrowed
Her hair no longer dark

To see life etched so deeply
The wrinkles are entwined
Age is unforgiving
Runs quickly through our mind

We pause as we are passing
And come to realize
The lines upon her face
Gather 'round her eyes

They show a life of joy
A map upon her face
of lots of love and laughter
As delicate as lace

We smile to ourselves
And send this wish above
Let the map on my face
Reflect her lines of love