I can't say just how many poems I'm planning to write or the dates you can expect them but what I can say is that I'm going to begin a series on aging and this is the first installment.
I’M SO THERE!
By Patty Lynn
I used to think that growing old
Was something to be feared,
That every age spot, wrinkle, crease,
Was nothing short of weird.
‘Cause as those things were taking place,
I didn’t look like me,
That sagging skin, those jowls, too,
Results of gravity…
Showed me those creams and formulas
I tried to no avail,
Gave me false hope,
Made me a dope,
Confined to aging jail.
But then one day I saw myself
As through a child’s eyes,
And what I saw as they saw me?
Was Grandma, loving, wise.
They loved my squishy tummy,
The warmth of my embrace,
The way I whispered, “I love you,”
And kissed their precious face.
I realized through their real eyes,
Though I saw imperfections,
The opposite was what they saw
There in the mirror’s reflection.
Thank goodness that it’s not too late
For me to learn the truth:
With aging comes great privilege,
So never envy youth.
Yes, being young has certain perks
But they just can’t compare
With being GRANDMA every day…
I’m so there!