My face.
When I look at my old photos I
Wonder, "What happened to that
Young woman?"
I hardly recognize myself.
But I take comfort in my friend's
Observation.
According to Patti, as time
Moves on we tend to look beyond
The outside to the inside.
We see people's hearts.
And praise God, hearts don't have
Wrinkles.
I told Patti I would write this poem. Thanks for inspiring me, Patti.