Mirror
A Woman's Journey
As time marches on,
reflections don’t lie.
Overripe limbs were once lithe and firm…
Age spots mark petal smooth hands…
Vanished are days of untroubled youth.
The years had flown by…
the kids were now gone.
She yearned for a life
of her own.
Looking back from the glass,
was disillusionment, hurt.
Weary eyes had seen much,
framed by hair full of snow,
skin revealing her long lonely journey…
She pondered past loves,
and thought of lost friends,
and broods over what
might have been.
Gazing into the mirror,
Would she change what is there?
Only fools would want to say yes.
Every scar, line and burn
told of wars fought and won…
Of life that was seasoned
by mishap and ache,
solace and bliss bearing witness
to years fully lived.