She gazed in quiet wonder
At her grandmother's face
Her aged brows faint with time
Cheeks crossed with defining lines
Eyes blurred with cataract
White wispy hair-no trace of black
She said, "Grand mum
I love the stars in your eyes
The white clouds in your hair
(Like an angel's wing - so fair)
I love your laughter lines that dance
And the intricate carving of your hands."
Grand mum sat her down
Held her hand and smiled,
"You love me dearly that I know
And that your heart is pure and true...
But do you know
That all the beauty you see in me
Is but a reflection of you."
Inspired by Rumi.
'The beauty you see in me is a reflection of you'