Tuesday, 9 January 2018

Ageless...



Young hands

Which once brushed

Against the smoothness

Of your youthful cheek

With such loving grace

Now flutter

With the turbulence

Of times ravages

Towards that same

Tender surface

To find, once there

That despite the

Ruthlessness of ageing

The flawless canvas

Of your gentle beauty

Remains unchanged



Poem only ©  Copyright Lynn Gerrard

4 comments:

  1. How does that saying go? something about seeing ourselves as others see us... your poem did that...

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  2. I'm hoping this is a good thing :)

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