Sharon Grove Mack
In the looking glass of time. I can see you
oh so clearly. I see beyond the face, that
time cannot erase.
I see you in my mind, before the grey stole,
into chestnut, and laid worry wrinkles and
lines upon that brow.
I can see you clearly in my mind, the eyes
with a shine and sparkle colored flecks,
reflect that special look, the one that conveys