In her, I see myself-
older, more frail somehow
a different shape than me,
but me nonetheless.
She’s lived a different life
than I have,
but in some ways the same.
I don’t recognize this person;
she’s not tilting her head back
with laughter
or trying to play tricks
on my husband
just to hear him scream out
like a girl.
Praying those days come back soon,
when I can enjoy them from a whole
new perspective.
Love this. So beautiful.
I love this.
So beautiful. Love the new site!
All grown up. I am of course still behind!!! Someday I will be as cool as you.