“Staring Back At Me”

I gaze in awe into the eyes that are staring back at me. I search each line upon the brow of this face that I perceive.

I try so hard to see beyond the smile upon her face. The sole beneath the wardrobe that hides her beauty traits.

So solemn in her stature, an exquisite piece of art. Who was this resplendent lady, with her woven curly locks?

Her hands look worn, yet tender, with fingers long and slender. A band of gold the picture shows, of brilliance and of splendor.

Her features seem so delicate. Her poise shows strength and virtue. But searching deep into her eyes, an innocence shines through.

At times I see a part of me, in this photo from back in time. My Mother's Mother’s Mother. When she was in her prime.

I finally know the answers, and I finally found the key. It's me I see within her eyes staring back at me.

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