Beyond Recognition

The face is that of a woman,
mature, though younger than me,
and oddly, strangely familiar
as though representing a type;
hair curly by nature and by
nature's design its dark colour
inevitably journeying to grey.
She smiles, in that photo, an
air of wistful longing as though
aware that at some future time
another woman might regard her 
somewhat familiar visage
with its depthless eyes slightly
set within dark hollows of
memory lurking beneath,
bequeathing to the beholder
some legacy, a heritage of
knowing what she does not 
know, her awareness that the
image she regards with such
bemusement is herself, younger,
amused and wondering, wondering.