Beautiful wrinkles;
Moments of triumph and concern
Can be traced in the graceful lines
Of your soft skin.
You hate them, I know…
You see imperfections.
I see the sweetness of your heart
Displayed as a treasure
In the finest of galleries.
With time, your focus has risen to a place above the horizon.
Your assurances, affirmations, and love
Remain closer than a heartbeat
And are just as vital to me,
But Heaven has become a more familiar place…
I will not wait for tears
And our eventual absence from one another.
Life will happen.
We shall live it well.
But please know Now,
Today,
How very much I love you… And those beautiful wrinkles.
© 2003 Heather Dugan
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