Maria E. Labbe
Poet, mother, best friend, word enthusiast, film, movie and art junky (surreal, abstract, bizzare and beautiful) , undying bookworm, singer, former model, Mad hatter, Cheshire cat, eternal goofball, love of hubby's life (and vice-versa) , fanatic of all things motorcycle and classic cars, and avid student of life...I'll never stop feeling, thinking, observing or learning. ;) more »
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Agnes was certainly no beauty by any
standard of the day, not even 'pretty'
really. Not the type anyone would
notice as she'd scurry through a room.
Surely her stress ridden life added to
the many wrinkles and dark circles
that plagued her face, and the weathered
look of her eyes and skin, and sunken
To meet her gaze was to witness a far
off, blank expression, where once
emotion and thought were reflected.
Until the day she came toward me with
a box. She sat by me, looked into my
eyes, and spoke in a manner ...