If I had a mirror that reflected what I saw
would you look at me
differently?
In your mirror
I am not pretty
I am not thin
I am not young
In mine:
I am young in spirit,
I like to do silly dances
and talk in funny accents
to amuse myself
I am beautiful like
the moon flower
that opens only at night
A secret beauty that you
have to wait for
My body is not perfect
But I own it, we are friends
I have depth you will never know
Because you will never
look beyond
my reflection in your mirror
You are young and naive
And unsure of yourself
I am not
There are people that truly
see me,
I am reflected in their eyes
not their mirrors
Most do not look past
the imperfect package
I am okay with that
Even the most awkwardly wrapped
Christmas present
is still a present inside
So I will look at myself
the way I want to be seen
and maybe someday
you will see me too
4 comments:
I like this one and can relate.I will think of this whenever I get the old fish eye from the teenagers at work. Glad you are back.
really nice
I like the invocation of a mirror only you can truly see.
But, of age, I've one better
or at least, one not wetter
It's that mirrors in the house I cannot see.
There's one in the bathroom, shorter by a foot t'me,.and one of those funny curved things in the livingroom, by the door.
The silly thing is, though, and it was quite slow in it's epiphany,
but, not seeing m'self grow older?
Well, it seemed Heaven sent.
Because I don't see it
it doesn't seem t'happen so much.
But, don't get me wrong here, it's not that m'senses have lost touch.
When I rise in the morning, I groan and stimble and fert. And, dang! When carrying something heavy, it likes t'pull me all apart.
But, this can be expected
old age sneakin' in needs respectin'
so I try not t'overextend m'self.
But, even if old and ugly I be to whoever would have that said of me,
I'll not let them put me away quietly on a shelf.
And should they try t'shut me up into drawers?
Well, they may just find them gettin beaned with one of them mirrors.
Why not? They's too short to the height of me, anyway.
('Course, I reckon I could go get and raise them some, today)
Ah, what the hey!
I like bein' young!
It tends t'free m'tongue!
Anyway, I doesn't bother anyone.
Boneman, I am so excited that you stopped by. I have a kind eye when it comes to my own aging, I feel great and think I look pretty good until I catch my reflection passing a store window and wonder "who is that old woman in my skin?"
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