Face of Memories

Thin, wrinkled skin

Blood vessels stand on their own

She looks old and tired

Her mysterious smile sparkled

like moonlight through

Her bright blue eyes

Her face still runs wild

In my little head


Autumn leaves

Full of colors

Slowly chill as

the cold winter kills them

She passed away that unforgettable harsh winter day

When I just turned seven

Her eyes still

Alive in my mind


I shed a beautiful ocean of tears

from my little eyes

I looked at her face

Told her to come back to me

But she never opened those

Bright blue eyes


I still wonder how

she could just leave me

But I know the answer now

So I hold her captive in my memory

Where she’s still lives.

The End

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