Creases

Creases

The creases in her finger ran so deep,

All the way down to the glistening gem of her eternal love,

To the valley of the back of her hand,

Down the street of freckles and dark pink skin,

To turn the corner and climb the mountain to find the broad shoulders,

Up above is her beautiful face,

Creases continue up her neck and over the chin,

They find the lips and they thoroughly miss them.

Creases continue, across the bridge of her nose,

To the dark circles of sleeplessness beneath her hazel eyes,

Full wisdom, eyes full of heartaches, tears, joy, and most of all love,

Creases run deep, full of the love and tears of her life, life full of love.

~Emily Lively~ 2009

This amazing poem was written by my beautiful daughter, Emily.