Wednesday, August 20, 2014
In the mirror I now see
lines around my eyes from sun & sea.
Around my face there are tendrils of gray
Some are old, some from just today.
There is a scar on my chin, from an old tree
A cut on my elbow, from when I was three.
A scar on stomach shows a journey I made.
How my life was saved one hot August day.
A callous on my hand from a job long ago.
More from the garden and digging with a hoe.
Tiny ankles hold up a large frame
Strong at one time now weakened and strained.
Long flat feet bear the weight of it all.
Spindly toes barley strong enough to prevent a fall.
But inside the mirror does not see
how big my soul, and heart have came to be
I now love my reflection, the mirror has shown
I stand in front of it proud and alone.
I hope you find the mirror to be as kind
because you can't erase the passage of time.