(C) Kathleen L. Hicks
My skin no longer fits me;
It wrinkles all about.
And over time it's shape has grown:
This I could do without.
I used to have one "beauty" spot;
Back then they were the rage.
And soon their count grew higher
With each year, as I aged.
The waist that once was tiny
And brought me youthful pride
Has stretched and added inches
That only muumuus hide.
The toes and nails still sit
Securely on my feet.
They now reflect life's journey;
From walks, they now retreat.
My eyes have opened daily
As windows for my brain.
Though growing weaker, spectacles
Correct them and maintain.
By taking in the whole of me
This much I can say:
My body does awaken me
To see another day.
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 8:28 PM UTC
(C) Kathleen L. Hicks
My skin no longer fits me;
It wrinkles all about.
And over time it's shape has grown:
This I could do without.
I used to have one "beauty" spot;
Back then they were the rage.
And soon their count grew higher
With each year, as I aged.
The waist that once was tiny
And brought me youthful pride
Has stretched and added inches
That only muumuus hide.
The toes and nails still sit
Securely on my feet.
They now reflect life's journey;
From walks, they now retreat.
My eyes have opened daily
As windows for my brain.
Though growing weaker, spectacles
Correct them and maintain.
By taking in the whole of me
This much I can say:
My body does awaken me
To see another day.