The Face of My Mother

Sunday, June 15, 2008

The face of my mother is growing older

Her wrinkles start to show and grow

Her smile remains the same

The eyes still alive with a bright spark

But I’ve seen this happen before

And it is only a matter of time

Your hands, mother, your hands are so worn

And your face has borne more than you ever needed to

I think I break down inside every time I see you

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