Lavinia At Twenty Poem by M.L. Emmett

I can never see you clearly
not the way friends and lovers,
enemies and strangers do.

Inside that face the world sees
are all the other faces
hiding in time tunnels

Younger faces
and younger still
passing down the line until
there is only one face
I see.

It is like no other
seen only by a mother
that first face
of that baby
still corded and warm
after birth.