Whose face is here before me

What year in life to share

A woman of distinction

Then suddenly not there

 

Who is this heart so broken

With faceless mirrored stare

I see myself before me

And yet I am not there

 

My youth and all it's glory

Has slowly slipped away

A touch of every memory

Is gone with every day

 

Watch me as I ponder

Who is this I see

Reflections of all beauty

It now is haunting me

 

Tomorrow will be better

I say this as I stare

Endless I am waiting

Is it me that's there

 

Life has so much meaning

When love of all abound

I'll feel your hand upon me

But yet I won't be found

 

Know that I am waiting

to feel the love you share

Handle me with tenderness

My heart is always there

 

Life moves oh so swiftly

When all is said and done

The darkness is pervasive

My soul and I are "one."

 

~ Francine Pucillo ~

For those who have lost their identity

But never their hearts.

In their memory we sustain their every breath.

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