my favorite picture of you is yet to be taken.
it’s a window side portrait of you at eighty;
your face a happy marriage of laugh lines and wisdom,
your body a weathered temple
I still come to worship in.
my favorite picture of you is yet to be taken.
its a window side portrait of you at eighty;
your hair has become the color of ocean foam,
your skin seasoned by sun and sand.
its nothing like the selfies of your youth
but never in eight decades have you looked more beautiful.
My Favorite Picture Of You
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