Becoming Me

This Line

(9-25-03)

A line runs down
My face.
Deep cuts of life.
You know this,
This line.
No matter how I fight,
You have become
A part of me.
Cleft in chin.
Furrowed brow.
Crow's feet.
I age,
Not so gracefully,
With you.
I see you
In my minds eye
Trying to capture
The beauty of your youth.
Sad Lisa.
You never were
A little girl and
Never shall you be.
Your Son,
Just a boy,
Will always be.
Cry for your
Lost innocence.
Cry for all the pain
You give
Yet never sense.