it seemed her jowls bloomed overnight,
her hair brittle and lusterless, the wrinkles no
longer looked like dimples gone traveling for holiday.
her part was accentuated with a half inch bar of grey,
abruptly changing to the solid brown from an
inexpensive home color hair kit.
I only look a certain way in the mirror, from
just above the cheekbones to just below the eyebrows.
I know what is happening elsewhere.
her aging was so sudden, from youthful and
fresh to "mature" and withered.
One day all I will look at is my smile,
signs of happiness never age.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment