She stared into a worn-out mirror
familiar motion of early morning rises
seeking the imperfection born of the darkness.
Uncertain in the first hours of early frosts
she Passed her personal inspection
with the gaze of an unmatched surgeon.
Robed in the purity of the soft cotton
she caresses the gentle envelope of the years
complete in the glee that life still loans.
Remembering birthdays of another century
she wonders at the purity of the white satin
where not a line yet has written a somber destiny.
The certainty of time has gone into another realm
where dimensions come together into space
and she smiles even when they call her granny.
About the Author: Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications.
Image Credit: Jacob Byerly “Portrait of an Elderly Woman in Matron Cap” (1844) Digital image courtesy of the Getty’s Open Content Program.