Some moments feel like déjà vu—echoes of past lives brushing against the present.
Sweet encounter, sweetly recalled. Thank you. I hope you cultivate your smile wrinkles until you’re ninety-three. Heck, a hundred-three!
The way the world is now I am just hoping to get to fifty-three! I appreciate you and your kind note.
beautiful poem about a very sweet encounter
Oh this is really lovely. Thank you for sharing this moment. I can really feel the tenderness
"My own faint wrinkles,
newborn in comparison,
grew envious of their perfection."
Love that part.
My favorite part, "Her nails were perfectly manicured,
her wrinkled brow,
a masterpiece of time.
My own faint wrinkles,
My favorite part too. Aging does not mean we have to grow old in our mind and can do lots of things for our appearance and strength. 🙂
Yeah "newborn in comparison" is it.
Unfortunately many of us live with that scene in real time every single day with aged parents. That said, you really nailed it.
Thank you.
God...so tender...
Sweet encounter, sweetly recalled. Thank you. I hope you cultivate your smile wrinkles until you’re ninety-three. Heck, a hundred-three!
The way the world is now I am just hoping to get to fifty-three! I appreciate you and your kind note.
beautiful poem about a very sweet encounter
Oh this is really lovely. Thank you for sharing this moment. I can really feel the tenderness
"My own faint wrinkles,
newborn in comparison,
grew envious of their perfection."
Love that part.
My favorite part, "Her nails were perfectly manicured,
her wrinkled brow,
a masterpiece of time.
My own faint wrinkles,
newborn in comparison,
grew envious of their perfection."
My favorite part too. Aging does not mean we have to grow old in our mind and can do lots of things for our appearance and strength. 🙂
Yeah "newborn in comparison" is it.
Unfortunately many of us live with that scene in real time every single day with aged parents. That said, you really nailed it.
Thank you.
God...so tender...