The Image

I was caught unaware today of an image
I saw in a mirror I was passing
So I stopped to look . . .
She was in her early forties with long strands
of silky silver feathered throughout her black curls
There were laugh lines that were sprinkled
on her womanly face
you could see them at her eyes and
the corners of her mouth
There was a earthiness about her,
she'd lost her girlishness year ago
with the family she called her own
I'd never say she was a beauty,
but she wasn't homely either
So it comes as a pleasant surprise
that this image of mine wasn't bad
So I took another peek,
thinking . . .
yeah that's her.

and then I saw the smile . . .

Copyright ©2008 Rebecca Mickey Leal