Poetric

Sit back lovely
Look in the mirror

Each dot like the first gray hair
The first wrinkle
The signs of life
The furrows of well-lived

Smiles dug into skin
To be seen as happy shadows
A dent in the pillow
A crease in the sheet

Perfectly molded to hold the memory
Of your hand in mine

One of many in this long journey
To this recline
Looking up
At the twinkling of each memory

#Poetry