From the waves in my hair (lawd!) to the waves of the sea,
all those gray streaks keep staring back at me.
From freckles as uncountable(!) as the sands on the shore,
I don’t think my body has a spot for one more.
From suntan lines to the lines in my face,
time and living are the ones against which I race.
From tired eyes full of stories that change every day,
just trying to be me, no matter what others say.
I see myself age and sometimes I think,
what the heck happened when I took that last blink.
Living in our skin is tough as we age,
we have to love us harder as we enter each stage.
From 30 to 90 and all the times in between,
we often feel like time can be mean.
And yes, it does change us, puts us to the test,
but if we try really hard, each stage is the best.
We know more, we see more, we take more of life in,
and we appreciate so much where we have been.
I am glad that I’m here in this crazy body of mine,
imperfect as it is, it’s withstood the tests of time.
I may have more wear on the parts that I see,
but I am learning to love the person that’s me.
I hope you love you too, flaws and all the rest,
and are happy you’re breathing, and giving life your best.
Your body will fade but you the person will not,
if you give those you love all that you’ve got.
Your smile will linger long after you’re gone,
your story a melody, a beautiful song.
Sing it well, dear friend, make sweet the sound,
let it reflect beautiful you, this you that you’ve found.
I heard a song this week that had an awesome line that said something like, “Why write a melody you’re not going to sing….”
Wow. Sing it well, my friends, let’s sing it well!
Thanks for singing with me (even though I can’t carry a tune in a bucket!), sharing what you feel led to share, and being here day after day… even the days I’m mentally checked out:)