The Mirror
Staring at the mirror
My mind plays tricks
Looking out at me
Not the me I recognize
I see an old woman
Something about her familiar
Her eyes
The light of wonder still there
Her smile
Slightly crooked but strong
Her Face
Shows signs of a life well-lived
A life blessed by God
I’m grateful for
I remember
It’s Me
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a beautiful poem. Change always takes us by surprise it seems. Your poem makes me think about how we see ourselves and making friends with change. I like the sense of grace expressed in your poem. Thank you for sharing.
Lovely! What a wonderful way to view aging.
Truly “signs of a life well-lived” !!
It IS lovely, and hopeful!