Wrinkles

In a few years, your face
will be engraved with the
ever-elusive language of
time.

Lines will make hieroglyphs
like paint on cave walls
telling the world of your
struggles, your triumphs

Your face will tell the world;
but the world will not understand.
It will see a woman withered
and embittered by age.

But I will recognize the language;
I will recognize the stories of a
mother, written into your face by
time.