When I look at my grandma's wrinkles I see beauty
Tiny little creases in her eyes' corners
Some say they are "crow's feet,"
But I say they are fairy eyes.

A single line and every wrinkle
Connect like intricately crafted constellations
Some see only a mess of lines
But in my grandma's wrinkles, I can see the stars too.

The places where my grandma's skin wrinkles
Each holds a wonderful story beneath the swells
Her arms, creasing from too many boat rides in the sun
Her mouth, rumpled from all those gifts of her smiles.

My grandma displays one little wrinkle for every day
One for joy, for concern, for despair, for love
I hope she gets all the beautiful wrinkles in the world
Because for her, there will always be a tomorrow.

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