By C. Michelle Bryant
i saw my face today.
for the first time
it looked older,
without the warmth
and tenderness
it used to possess,
or softness.
lines drawn with wisdom and
pain,
dreams gone from the spark in
my eyes.
and i wondered what happened
to mi?
so i made a silly face
and did a little jig
and suddenly i felt young again
in spite of the age of my face.
