Her Eyes.

Her face, a raisin. Old, used and smiling.

Her nose, a beak. Long, hairy and crinkled.

Her mouth, a story book, toothless and dribbling.

Her Chin, lost, also hairy and catching the dribble.

But her eyes, oh her eyes. Seen a thousand suns, sparkling in each and every one. Royal in colour with a hint of green. Marble-like and dreamy. The holder of innumerable memories. They can speak a thousand words in one glance. They sparkle with love.

Shame about the glasses.