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
dancing leaves
flecked with gold
a perfect day
the love was painful
and she was guilt ridden
so…she walked away
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
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
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
let the beauty shine
you were born beautiful
never doubt that
