Wrinkled words

April 2, 2011
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Grandmas face
Is a delicate feather
Like a note
A Secret message

Each word
Crumpled in the creases
Folds were dimples
Used to be
And soft edges
On the side of each eye
When she smiles

As I age
I pray for a face
Like hers
I want the laugh lines
And smile crinkles
So when people look
Into my face
They see the years
And the years
Of my happiness

And they will read the words
Of my past
Like a note
Written across my face

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