The smile within a smile wilts ever so slightly
As she contemplates years gone by
Brief interludes of perfection.
Yet the magic is not yet ready to fade away
This montage of future proprieties
Must depend upon the mirrors gaze
For a small taste of promise.
In the guise of youth’s gentle flutterings
She so strives to maintain
The beauty of her .
The voice inside her must be appeased
Too much is left undone
Age is not a crime.
© Renee Dallow ( Hybiscus Bloom )