Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse #170
Hosted this week by the amazing poet Shay!
Come join us!
An old woman looks in a mirror, recalls a little girl with a
rag doll, and wonders what became of the little girl. ~Robert Brault
I used to have perfect vision
Could see straight like the barrel of a new gun
But things get lost in the passage
Heirlooms we once held tightly
Become too heavy and slip out of our hands
China gets broken
And so do knees and hearts
The view ahead becomes too close
And the rear view is like a trip to China away
The strange thing is
It all happens slow and yet so fast
You don’t remember the day it happens
But you look in the mirror one morning and think
What is that?!
For it is an eternity and a moment’s blur of things all at
once
A million grimaces and smiles of hello and goodbye
wrapped around a
lifetime of being in the thick of it
From torn ligaments into divorce and on to cataracts
It all sounds sad and full of pain
But frankly if you have been living life fully
Then it is part of the package
You can see it as a blessing or a curse
Just don’t use a magnifying mirror!
