Glory Days

by mandaceehb

With trembling hands

She lined the wrinkled skin of her eye

Using a dark pencil


She filled in her pale lip

With a lovely coral colour

Grimly pressing her lips together


She pulled a comb

Through her gray hair

Watching the many strands that came free

And yet she pulled again and again

Spinning silver threads


She looked into the mirror

Saw the ghost of her past

In her past glory

Yet the only thing that had survived the years

Was the string of luminous pearls

Around her neck now

Around her neck then, too

Its weight her only anchor to reality