When I look into the mirror,
I see silver hair, a well-lined
face, a drooping jawline and
crinkly neck...eyebrows thinned
and marked with white, eyes no longer
blue but greying, like all the rest.
But all of this is surface stuff,
the "me" seen at first glance
by folks I pass on streets, in
supermarket aisles, or in the pews
of Sunday morning church...
the ones who never go beneath
the aging surface to see the
interesting, intelligent, fanciful,
and often funny "me", the "me" I really am.
How can they know that every
line that marks my face, each
silver hair gracing my head has
been hard-won...earned along
my journey's way, badges of
of courage which mark the path...
signs of tears and laughter limned
deep into the very heart of
who I truly am...making and shaping
me into this woman of a certain age
who gazes in the mirror at her
here-and-now self and sees the
past and present merge into a
glorious creation, filled with
courage, wisdom, strength, compassion-
a thing of beauty to behold...
and wonder, how will the coming