The need to see through new eyes what has become too familiar to our own.
Familiar, comfortable, well worn
It is easily overlooked
As it sits there unassuming
near a stack of books
With accustomed gaze refocused
New value is seen within
Weathered finish now uncovered
As an aged glow settles in
A piece of furniture we’d value
If this we now described
But of person close and known to us
We often don’t abide
A chipping at the surface
Often needing to take place
To remind of treasure hidden there
Behind familiar face
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