About her age
But the creasing
Around her eyes
Reveal
10 children
And bills due
30 years of marriage.
Her hair
Shines in the sun
Her lines
Crinkle
With laughter.
My Mother’s Hair Lies
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White Girl Poetry 
Have been going through you work, and I must point out that you possess an exceptionally impressive way with words! Cheers.
-R
P.S : Would love it if you could take some time out and see my blog which I quite recently revived after a brief hiatus, thanks xx
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you’ve said so much in few words about the subject. i especially like “Her lines/ Crinkle/ With laughter.”
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