When I was a child, she used to teach me prayers before bed, and I would get lost staring at her face.

 Her eyes had an inward look, and they were the most beautiful shade of blue.

There is one photograph of her. She was the only daughter in the family, 

In the photo, she is sitting in the garden, almost lying down. Her hair was gorgeous, and even then, her eyes held that same inward gaze.

I love you so much.
I miss the way you used to touch my face so gently.

Whenever you touched me, it felt like something was passed from you to me:

from your eyes to mine,
from my face to my heart,
and then into my hands.