Mirror - Fifty -seven
I face the woman in the mirror,
tired around the eyes, strong.
Skin shows years of sun, emotion.
Body bore two children, shows it.
Hair hangs loose, no longer flame.
I face the woman in the mirror
and refuse to see her faded,
diminished, anything but beautiful.
I know who I am, embrace power
I couldn't imagine at thirty-seven.
Time may be short but the woman
in the mirror has work left to do.
Victoria Hendricks - October 15, 2008
3 comments:
I just love this poem, Victoria. More than that though..I love it. Its our right to feel beautiful at every age and I love the way you expressed it. Thanks
I also love this poem....and thinking about the work still to be done, by you and each of us of 'our' age!
I also love this poem....and thinking about the work still to be done, by you and each of us of 'our' age!
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