I keep staring at the girl inside the woman. Many will see somber.
I see solid.
Most will question the stare, wonder why so angry.
I see strength, surrender and a commitment to be very sweet to myself.
Little girl bangs was the style or I guess, just easy.
No fussing over Lisa Anne trying to keep up with bows or barrettes.
No ponytails, no braids.
Just a border of brown above two pools of blue
And a pool of freckles
Now age spots and crinkles.
Believing in the child within
Loving the woman she became.
I keep staring into this face.
I’d call it grace or something else.
Must be because it’s love.