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Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Her Face (poem by Peggy Wrenn) 

Her Face

Here she is,
her kind, curious
eyes penetrating
her big octagonal
glasses framed in
gold jewels

Knitted hat hugging
her bright skull,
letting wisps
of silver hair
escape, curling
along the contours
of her neck.

Her clear, intelligent eyes
recognizing me
as someone she
might have loved
a girl she roomed with
in graduate school

Just this and I feel
more loved than ever
more recognized

And she is smiling,
letting sunlight
glint off her eyes,
her mouth open
reading poetry
glad, wry, laughing
as if she knows
a secret hidden
from the world
that she will
gladly give to me.

Peggy Wrenn

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