“Who is that there?”

I pause, my eyes locked on the mirror

The face inside of it is new

She is fresh with an unfamiliar warmth

That bleeds from the corners

Of shimmering eyes

Into the blaze of a genuine smile

And there I saw beauty

In each crease and crevice of her skin

There was a gentle power in her hands

And resplendent wisdom

In shoulders

That too often carried boulders

But for once,

Were at ease

And I recognized the blushing

Of my own rose-kissed cheeks in hers

As she remembered who she used to be

I whisper to her

“_Welcome home”_