Outside–
You see a face,
Weathered, showing the wear of time,
Wrinkles carved like dry rivers
Affixing character to a once youthful landscape.
~
Soft skin hands, wipe the sweat from the brow,
Long since retired from hard work,
Thin and gnarled,
They are more bone than flesh,
Still their past loveliness remains.
~
Hunched, from the years
And back breaking work
It’s a struggle just to stand up,
Yet there is nary a complaint uttered
Thankful just to have lived.
~
“Come with me”, said in whispered tone,
Taking a frail trembling arm in compliance,
Photographs yellowed, faded show glorious youth,
Beauty, fifty years past gleams brightly in your eyes
Though the blue is less brilliant.
~
“This was me”, as if unrecognizable
Pointing with an arthritic finger
Leading to story upon story.
“You see a face…”, spoken with a smile,
“But I am so much more…”
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
This is lovely Dom. Makes me think about my mom:)
Thank you so much. I wrote this one about my grandmother. She will be 103 in November and she is still as beautiful as I remember her when I was a kid. It made me realize all that she has seen and done in her life and that the old and tired shell that she presents to the world is not really representative of what is inside of her and who she is.
Excellent descriptive writing; you should consider writing fiction as well, your talents are broad.
Thank you very much for that. I actually have a few short stories written and have about a 20,000 word start on a novel, but it needs a lot of work and major revisions, but someday I hope to move in that direction. Thank you for the kind words and the encouragement, I really do appreciate it. – Dom