She studied her eyes in the mirror
Her age showed clearly on her face
The face of a woman that had known
All the emotions
All the love, the joy, the magnificence
Her eyes were framed by lines
Lines she had cursed in her 30's
The small wrinkles that appeared
When she had smiled
Now they were etched deeply
And did not disappear
When she relaxed
Lines in the corners
That reminded her
Of all the times she had laughed
Smiled at her family
Squinted on a sunny day
As she soaked in the warmth
Lines below her eyes
That came from lack of sleep
As she now pondered
All that was before her
Frown lines between her thinning brows
Not too deep, she reminded herself
Pleasing, as this gave her solace
That she had not been angry
Too often
The lines on her forehead
From raising her eyebrows
At her children, her family
At times surprised, inquisitive
Her lids were now heavier
A bit droopy with the age
She carried
But this did not phase her
She looked deeply
Into her eyes
They still shone with the promise
Of the wonder and the beauty
That surrounded her every day
The glory of Mother Earth
The family that walked with her
They were green
Full of delightful wickedness at times
Curious, pensive, thoughtful
They had seen intense happiness
The depth of inconsolable grief
The wonder of new life
The miracles of nature
They told the story
Of her amazing life
Good, bad, ugly, courageous
Joy, love, hope and promise
They were indeed the windows
To her soul
She stared deeply
Saw the consciousness that was her
And was pleased with what she saw....
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