by Kaitlin Ford

Deep brown eyes
That hold a century of wisdom
And thin, white strands of hair
Like wispy clouds
Drifting through the sky
A laugh
That is a twinkling bell,
Pushes a wide smile
Upon her face.
Years of worry
Are imprinted
In the creases
Of her cheeks and forehead,
but warmth radiates
from her frail body.
My great-grandmother's love
Washes down
On her descendants
Like a running waterfall.

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Poem Copyright 2012 by Kaitlin Ford


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