Most Beautiful Face
Reflecting how time changed contours and lines . . .
baby lips, cheeks, cotton hair,
most precious sight to me.
Time morphed the image, boy mischief and smiles
twinkled in soft hazel eyes;
look back at me, my dear.
Across a void I cannot circumvent
a face most beautiful shines
which I no longer see.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, July 8, 2014
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
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