My wrinkles hold many memories tucked between their folds,
to be buried with me.
Today, I look into the mirror,
proud of each scar I carry, each joy I experienced.
As the moonlight casts its lambent glow,
I smile, celebrating my journey of life.
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The life’s mirror reflects
a face matured with the grace
glowing to the mellow radiance of sunset.
Chapped lips smile, braving the many
harsh winters of life with courage.
Each wrinkle unfolds a story of grit and valor,
walking on the arduous thorny cobbled trails.
Today,
The eyes reflect benign complacency
watching the seeds then sown
sprout into lush verdants.
Towering boughs spread out
as deep roots embedded with values hold them strong.
The road I chose
didn’t bestow me much material prosperity,
but,
my soul amassed a wealth beyond measure
my sanguine heart brims with contentment,
I lived each moment, as a celebration of life!
Cradling the newborn, the first time ever,
close to the bosom , snuggling,
words fail to describe the surreal moment
a surge of hormones swirling
as I look at the angelic face
in a trance, my heart melts
tears moisten the eyes,
while lips curve into a smile.
Cascading emotions tangle
euphoria, fear, anxiety , peace,
all play together,
a life defining moment.
Unconditional love flows
joyous smiles and well being
wished for the tiny bundle of joy
the radiant face of the new mother
narrates an overwhelming, yet contented tale!
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