I Am More
I am more
than
forehead wrinkles
eye skin crinkles
graying hair-mop
brown age spots
brows grown thinner
weird chin whiskers
full, curvy figure
bold thigh jiggles
flat-as-flitter feet
evening edema
dry, flaky dermis
forever forgetfulness
However, I moreover
delight in the shadows, NOT in spotlight
see through clouds silver glint of moonlight
accept responsibility to be the “old and wise”
appreciate variety, uniqueness, and surprise
frame my view with rubies and roses
embrace weirdness and solid closeness
thank my body for reliability and hard work
walk miles in others’ shoes and refuse being a jerk
tread softly around painful ground
swell with love and spread it all around
thirst for resilience to easily bounce back
remember grace and forgive my lack
and that
I am more
(In celebration of the aging process and of me. Life is too short, friends.)
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I really like this, grandmother that I am! I especially like the line you draw between the two sections of the poem and how the positive part is also more lyrical. Nicely done!