She noticed the lines around her eyes, which she felt aged her the most. ‘Crows feet’, of which they were known by many, as well as ‘laughter lines’. She supposed the latter was more appropriate; she’d laughed a great deal during her life and not met many crows.
"Abba, it's me, Michael, your Grandson. Now don't tell me you've forgotten me too."
Open your eyes, dear sweet child, Let fingers be uncurled.