people have often told me,
but she, like so many of us,
does not see this, even after
I point out that we have limited
vision when it comes to our
faces, only able to see in 2-D
what the mirror shows us.
But she sees 91 years of life
etched into her face, her neck,
and I say, But Ma, we’re not
supposed to have the faces
we had when we were 35—
we’re not the same people.
We grow into faces that reflect
the souls we are now—earning
every crease, wrinkle and sag.
We are lovely as fine leather
softening into itself, cheese
and wine becoming more
flavorful, mellowing friendships,
trees growing into venerable elders.
We can’t see ourselves
the way others do—in 3D,
lifetimes of energy radiating
like sunbeams, like crowns,
from our heads, glowing,
you beautiful woman—
you who made me and
my sister, also beautiful,
forever lovely, yes, we are,
and getting sweeter with
every year.
Amen.
Güd wrtr 
That’s our Mom! Forever beautiful!!
She so is… and so are you, little thither!
Mommies are good for what ails you! Dick
They so are! Thanks, Dick!
Great photos! Dar was beautiful then, and more beautiful today!
Thanks, Jackie! Be sure to tell her this when you see her!
Awwww! Love this po
Thanks, Shauna!