I look through my eyes and I see
Everything that used to be . . .me.
Thin and young, full of energy
Ready to try it . . . that was me.
Eager to go and eager to do
I wanted to be friends with you.
No wrinkles graced my little face
Windblown hair, always our of place
Now I see through eyes of another
‘Cause in the mirror I see . . .my mother!
7 comments:
OMG I CAN SEE THE SAME IT SOMETIME SCARES THE HECK OUT OF ME
I am lucky enough to look nothing like my mother. But unfortunately I DO resemble a formidable old aunt of mine. Mind you, she is ninety-one and very fit for her age so maybe its not too bad! I love the verse though :-) Sandra xxx
rofl - how true!
I think this phenomenon is called "getting older and wiser". My date for your move is 30th April. (Don't bank on my guesses though). Keep smiling.
Sylvia x
Oh, isn't it the truth! -Krissy
http://journals.aol.com/fisherkristina/SometimesIThink
Oh my goodness..I see it now on me so much!! Isn't it the truth, though! lol This is great! xox
As much as I try to not see it, LOL, I do. I just don't fess up! But I hear it every day. It's sort of scarey. Nice poem.
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