It seems but a moment
Since I was between
Just half of her birthdays
And only sixteen!

There's nothing familiar
'Til my eyes seek hers.
Despite all the wrinkles,
A memory stirs.

She lifts up her fingers
To touch her white hair --
And I feel the stroking
As if I were there.

She straightens her shoulders,
Tucks in here and there;
With all of her efforts,
The age is still there.