Duchenne lines are the marked signs of genuine happiness
And little sparks like comets shoot across her eyes
Her smile squeezes them moon-shaped
She’s showing off her happiness beside the one who brought it out in her
Though, not being a first-time bride, there is a first time glow about her
For the widow who is twice blessed,
having put herself aside to be nursemaid through the end times
is deserving to be blessed
This is her happiness: her crown of vitality that now nourishes her countenance
She has been watered by the sweetness of new love in bloom
And new life has poured into her roots
A bloom that has come out in winter is more striking
It’s rare, and I’ve never seen it before
I have been in this case— gobsmacked
But this look of love is very beautifying
It has done something to her countenance that is new
She reached contentment first, but God granted her happiness
It was the gift given for the completion of her first vow:
to God and to her husband.
And once it was fulfilled, she was set at large in her own field
To become who she was and is on her own.
She made strides and grew into herself
She brought her talents out and delved them
She took trips and helped parents
She saw their two children married and settled
Then, she was again alone, but contented.
And somewhere along the dusky road of grief and letting go
The sun rose and it was golden
Duchenne lines are the marked signs of genuine happiness
And she has them.
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