Gracefully Aged
Lines of attraction gather around your face,
as your lips lift like an amusement ride.
Dips and dimples elude learned grace
and your forehead foldings coincide.
Deep rooted paths, like travelled lands
show erupted islands of warm sunspots
golden upon your useful hands,
tough but tender like dried apricots.
Your dove-like spirit is eager to listen
with childlike eyes, renewed and restored,
springing forth with mercy's glisten,
mirroring an image of your walk with the Lord.
Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2019
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