An Old Face Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

An Old Face



Theres a beauty in the face
Of that sister filled with grace
Gray hair like a halo rests
On her ancient head much blessed

Modest gentle she remains
In my memory's surging veins
When life's toil's too much to bear
Thoughts of her bring respite there

Many came into my life
Through the glories and the strife
Most forgotten left behind
But that one face plain and kind.

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Margaret O Driscoll 28 January 2016

Lovely lovely verses

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