My Face Depicts

the anniversary of another day on this earth
as I bask in features
staring from the mirror. Bags
under my eyes are filled
with memories, some not so good.

From a ring of pain to rivers overcome,
others a plethora of good things, like trips
with family, picnics in backyards

the love of my life, a wife men
would die for. Each crease like a tree with
rings of glory and I dwell on them for
a moment, as trails in life’s journey

age creeping up, like a tree rising in the forest.
Hair wispy and white, once flowing with darkness
causing hearts to swoon, those times
such a delight.

Eyes saw children grow, and sunsets glow
the look of a cat’s lingering stare,
Christmas lights & butterfly reflections
from a winter of tumbling
flakes to seeking respite in my soul.

A mouth that savours the fruits of delectable
treats, lobster and chicken, spaghetti too
all laced with the grace of my wife’s
nimble fingers, and blessed
with the activity of cooking skills.

I speak to the mirror on the wall, regardless
of years gone by with few to come,
still yet I care. I love.

© 2011 Richard L. Provencher
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