wormhole

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lazing in the shadows

of the cedar tree

the cool mountain air

and the sun dappled parasol

a perfect moment in time

and

I wish for a wormhole

to travel back

into time

to a similar moment

with a younger me

snuggling in my mother’s lap

and dreaming

what the future will hold

a perfect day

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dancing leaves

flecked with gold

a perfect day

soulmate

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the wrinkles

the crow feet

the laugh lines

each grey hair

I am in love with you

whatever age and time

for

I am in love

with your soul…. soulmate

vintage eyes

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hazy reflection

on a cold wintry day

cleaning the mirror

with arthritic hands

no

the haze stayed

for her vintage eyes

saw all things blurred

Fifties

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Ah! How I love my fifties

My looks are good enough for me

And

I don’t need male glances

To tell me

I am beautiful

born beautiful

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let the beauty shine

you were born beautiful

never doubt that