Home Again (Going Home Pt. 2)

Continuation of previous poem.

She's beyond her years,
Old and wise.
And I can't remember her name.
Brown hair,
With icy blue eyes.
She takes my hand,
Leading me to the kitchen.
Toys are strewn across the floor,
Dishes are piling up,
But this is how I like it.
"Mommy, I found daddy!"
My wife.
She's as beautiful as I remember her,
A perfect resemblence of my daughter.
She turns around,
If she could only hear my heartbeat right now.
"Blake?"
"Mary."
I embrace her in the longest hug,
I have ever experienced.

Author's Note

Any advice is much appreciated!!