Looking Back Smiling

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
An old woman remembers.

Submitted: September 19, 2012

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Whenever I close my eyes I see this image. There is a woman sat on a chair. Her hair is bright silver and flows down her back. Her skin shows a thousand wrinkles and yet it is as smooth as glass. Her arms are like two twigs and her arched back makes her look even older. But it is her eyes that stand out most. They are the youngest part of her face and they glisten like a frozen pond on a winter’s day. They sparkle brightly and stand out from her to any newcomer that crosses her path. She is sat in a large arm chair that makes her already skinny frame, seem even frailer. A large cotton blanket is wrapped neatly round her legs and her shoulders are covered by a shawl. She is smiling at two young children who play near her feet. To her right, a young woman is curled up in an armchair with a tiny sleeping baby in her arms. On the arm of then chair sits a man in his late twenties. They both are enveloped in each others eyes. To the left of the old woman stands a huge tree, covered in all sorts of decoration both hand made and bought. The candles on the mantle piece give the room a warm glow and the tinsel draped around the picture frames twinkle in the light. On the table are several plates holding the remains of the latest meal, abandoned as the family sit down to play and relax. This is the image I see when I close my eyes.


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