Wrinkles

My wrinkles are…
. . . . Every time I squinted to see something just a little better
. . . . Every time I laughed--positive moments
. . . . Every time the warm sun poured over my face
Making me feel full and content

All those roads, valleys, streets, and alleys
Beginning to form on the map of my face
Are all bountiful rivers of my memories and experiences
I love them. I need them. I think I'm going to keep them.