In her face

In her face

I see the hazel eyes filled with care and love she has for me and everyone

I see the unswerving hair in a ponytail while she makes my favorite bun

I see the dried and cracked lips which laugh and yell and guide me

I see the nose which smells the appetizing food she makes

I see the light brown skin because of going out in the sun

I see the ears which hear about how my day was done, how I had fun

But above all I see the beautiful face of my mother, the first face I saw when I was born,

Reflecting her altruistic self, showing the irreplaceable love she gives to me and everyone else


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