Poem – I Am A Mosaic Come To Life

Sometimes I look at my face in the mirror and see another time.
The eyes are familiar but the face staring back at me is not just the past it is also my present.
Sometimes I see long softly curling black hair.
Sometimes I see high cheekbones and almond shaped eyes.
Sometimes my skin is so wrinkled that it looks like a Shar-Pei puppy.
Other times my eyes are gently understanding.
In those moments, I am old, and I am young.
Those faces remind me from where I have come.
I am not just the genetics that I know from my current life.
In fact, those choices where shaped by the experiences in other times and places.
Etched in the shape of my face and the folds of my skin.

Etched in my eyes that stare back through the maze of experiences.
I am a mosaic come to life.
A tapestry woven by countless hands that were all my own.

~Suzanne Wagner~