Generation Apart
I stand in front of a mirror, next to my mother.
Years have pulled her skin and planted lines
Yet we have the same eyes—hazel and deep—
Hers see things beyond my time;
mine dream of beauty, hope, and such things.
We stand together—generation apart
I hold my mother's hands—as light as feathers—
hands that taught me how to write my words.
Now, the wrinkles tell her stories to me.
I see beyond the scarf, and the glasses,
past the fading gray of her white hair.
For a moment, I see her as a child
that grew up to be me.
What type of figurative language does the author use to describe the mother's wrinkles?
I stand in front of a mirror, next to my mother.
Years have pulled her skin and planted lines
Yet we have the same eyes—hazel and deep—
Hers see things beyond my time;
mine dream of beauty, hope, and such things.
We stand together—generation apart
I hold my mother's hands—as light as feathers—
hands that taught me how to write my words.
Now, the wrinkles tell her stories to me.
I see beyond the scarf, and the glasses,
past the fading gray of her white hair.
For a moment, I see her as a child
that grew up to be me.
What type of figurative language does the author use to describe the mother's wrinkles?
