Written for Carry on Tuesday
I see it in the mirror,
I see it in my face,
The calendar has carved
The passing of my days.
Reflected in the mirror
Are signs of years gone by,
But there behind reflection
A young girl lives inside.
I see it in the mirror
I see it in my eyes
A wisdom gained by trials
And experience and time.
I see it in the mirror
I see it in the lines
The marks of love and joy
That smiles have left behind.
I see it in the mirror
I see it in my face
The days and years gone by
A precious gift of grace.
G.K. Bostic - 2011
I really like the view that the years going by are a gift. Too often we forget that aging is something we should aspire to.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jerry. My mother died of TB when she was just 25, so I am grateful to have lived to see my sons grow up, marry, and have children of their own. I am blessed. :)
ReplyDeleteOne of the best uses of the prompt, I must say. It come so naturally. Nothing like looking back satisfied at a well lived and no regrets. Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteGloria, this is a lovely testament to a life well lived. I saw your comment about your mom, so sorry you lost her so young... that's really hard, so I'll bet you do appreciate every little line as it comes, a reminder of years.
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting and for the link. Amy
A new prompt, The Eyelet Review, got this one out of me:
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/03/30/masquerade-the-eyelet-review/
You write beautifully about a place in which we've all either been on will be. Thank you for commenting on my poem, too!
ReplyDeletethis is lovely! I am waiting for grace to come my way =) it is late LOL!
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