Bespectacled and with fervent hands,
She works on the yarn.
Her concentrations causing the glasses to slide down her nose
As she looks up in surprise a smile crosses my face.
Light striking off the lens, I kiss her cheek and am content.

MortalI am mortal in all my humanityMortal by ~Plocks
I am not a thing to be desired
For I am not a thing of beauty
I am a passing season
And my flowers quickly fade to gray
I am mortal in all my humanity
For my life is sweet
In that fleeting moment the emotions
of a lifetime are expressed through my actions
I am mortal in all my humanity
And all that will remain
Is the impact I have made when I am gone