Lines

I see your face each time I look at mine
I see you in the shadows of the lines that make up me
My face, My hands, My legs my feet, not new, just borrowed
from you, abuela, vickita, ruth......
All mine, yet yours, and theirs,
we share the same truth.
I walk the same line just a different time....
wanting to know more of how their stories went....
so glad it led to mine