Nothing is white and black:
even Kodachrome has nuances
of silver and grey in the contours of a face,
individual hairs and the shadows
behind a woman’s eyes.
The camera cannot lie,
exposing a map of years
in lines and creases
around eyes and mouth, on ears,
the furrowed brow and sagging neck.
Her skin is worn
from life and stress,
from the warm caress
of parents, children, friends and lovers,
etching the life of woman, wife and mother.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
Portrait found here