The most beautiful face I've ever known, 
belongs to my eighty-seven-year-old grandmother. 
Each time I see her, I am struck anew by 
the depth of her loveliness.
 
The joy in her journey, 
her struggles with sorrow, 
the threads of wisdom she's bent down 
and picked up along the way, 
are present in each line of time upon her face.
How could anything - ever - be more beautiful?
We're taught to dread wrinkles and sags 
and softening of the skin - the inevitable proof 
of the time we've spent here on earth.
 
Yet, the more time we put in, 
the more reason we find to celebrate 
each passing year. 
Character is forged, integrity strengthened 
and gratitude becomes a feeling so deep 
the word no longer conveys a strong enough meaning.
I don't see an aging face when I look in the mirror. 
I see a person growing 'into' her face, 
finally beginning the process of filling it out. 
At long last, she's figured out what her convictions are, 
and she's built up enough strength to live them.
The best of youth is gone. 
The best of here is now, 
and the best of aging is yet to come.
Fresh and new, the face of youth is a blank canvas. 
It is through the physical brushstrokes of aging 
that a masterpiece is created.
 
 2000 Terri McPherson
Windsor, Ontario, Canada 
tmcphers@mnsi.net 
Thank you Terri for granting permission for your poetry to be used on this website.
 Painting 'Stitch in Time'  by Tom Sierak
Thank you Tom for granting permission to use your 
beautiful Art work on my website


 

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