Rhyme and Reflection

Spinning life’s chaos into laughs, stories, and verses — because therapy is expensive

Wrinkles on the face

Thursday, September 08, 2011 | 2 minute read

Waking up on this September day
She saw her wrinkled image in the mirror
Sending her heart in total despair
Yearning to hide from those who came in to celebrate

The sudden sun rays from the eastern corner
Cast the sunlight on her face, briefly bringing the shine
Made her pause to reflect on her abstruse fame
Her achievements, her failures and her story pristine

Rejoicing suddenly, memories flooded her eyes
Flowing into tears, it brought back time into view
Father, mother, school, friends and all the crew
Played with her emotion, reminding of days that flew

As each of the family, popped their head to wish
Each of her wrinkles twitched to rescind and glow
Delicately wrapping the memories of the previous day
Into the newly formed layer to add another twist and blow

The guests walked in bright and cheerful
Bringing the diverse chatter in the room to echo
Commemorating her birthday on this special day
Splendidly tying their story to her life, whether friend or foe

The candle was blown, the cake cut
Spreading the warmth, tucking away the past typify
As the sweetness of the cake melted in the eager mouths
She could feel the joy of life immensely multiply

Now as she sat by the fire, late in the evening
The wrinkles did not bother her anymore
For they told her stories of triumph, pain and joy
That marked her life and only hers in its unique way


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