Self Portrait

Nose and eyes speak Italy

pale skin of Ireland…

I see my father’s face,

my grandmother’s,

looking back at me, and wonder

how far back do these features go?

 

Atop my head are chestnut strands

that seem to have won

second place ~

I wear the silver with pride

 

Laugh lines tell favorite parts

of my story,

while darker chapters lurk

beneath my eyes,

framed by ever-present specs ~

the better to see, I suppose…

 

And though I am not at all graceful,

in my eyes I seek ~

as my soul holds on to the promise

of grace…

Author's Note

For Angi's self portrait contest.

captcha: snuzzle :)

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"laugh lines tell favorite parts."
love that...and really like the way you ended this..."my soul holds onto the promise of grace"

very cool...

jacob

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, Jacob. :)

[Frieda P]

I like this up close and personal view Rita, what no mention of unicorns? ;-) forgot to say you're a perpetual optimist, not to mention your endless sense of humor my friend!

[Rita L. Sev]

It's all in the laugh lines, Frieda! Thanks! :)

[Frieda P]

It's Friday night, I had a drink, I can't read between the lines tonight. ;-)