She wore an empty stare
No thoughts were festering
The windows there
No hint of anything within
The creases and the wrinkles
Near her eyes were drawn
In weary lines
That told a story of their
own
She must have aged that way
The skin transforming to
Habitual gray
A sadness etched in many
years
But there was more to see
When she looked up at me
And then I knew
That she had been in reverie
Because her wrinkles turned
Around her smile and drew
The sashes wide
Enough for me to look inside
At something that I knew
Right then of rainbows that
Are really true
And build against a cloudy
hue
And see her countenance
Alive and without sound
Provide a humor
To her highlights all around
I wondered at the richness
Of her face, so full
Of care and yet
So full of tenderness and
grace
What is the cost of
Keeping such a smile,
What is the life that lifts
The lines of time
What sort of magic makes
Of weariness and grief
Into a loveliness and
Light beyond belief
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