Lines of Care

In candlelight flickers, shadows dance and sway,

mom’s forehead creases, worry on display.

The wrinkle that holds years, laughter, and tears,

a map of her love through all of my fears.

As we sat at the table, stories intertwined,

her voice wrapped around me, gentle yet kind.

In that moment, I realized how time doesn’t spare,

but still leaves behind lines of deep, tender care.