Her thin frame leans against the wall and stares through the window
Her hair is soft and full of tight pin curls and bobby pins
Her eyes
once brown
have been transformed by time into a deep grey
The painted lips that frame her face open freely
showcasing a smile she reveals often
Her voice is almost as soft as her hair
yet
her laughter
still hearty
still robust
it echoes her strange humor
Her hands are small but strong
hands that cook food
push encouragement
correct
wipe tears and hold lap babies which she rocks on frail knees
Her mind is tack sharp
quick
alert
she remembers everything
but only tells what she wants
when she wants
like her age
Her skin is worn and set with lovely wrinkles
each crease telling a story of a life well-lived
a path
an adventure
Her arms open to receive
Welcome home
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J Lashelle
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