I AM SHE
There was a time when my mother was middle-aged and me?
I was young and naïve, not a care in the world
the arrogance of youth was on my side.
I was a footloose hippie girl and I thought love was free.
Her skin was firm and tanned, black waves of hair fell to her shoulders
softly surrounding her fair face, bosom quite generous,
legs as fine as any model, she was my mother,
but with flower child simplicity, I used to call her Grace.
She was spirited back then, although she seemed quite old to me,
and how did I become imprisoned while she has learned to fly–a butterfly set free?
Tonight, as I glance into the mirror, my middle-aged face stares back.
Have I become her, and she, the child I used to be?
At seventy-three she’s still a beauty, but time’s fire has burned its’ trail
and when she had a stroke last year,
I realized how deeply she had aged; yet, become so childlike, so frail.
My firm skin, my shapely legs, will soon bow down to time,
much as my bell-bottoms and tie-up tops gave way
to blue jeans and then on to stretch pants and a baggy tee.
I will lose this interval named youth and as I look into her face,
I see my future and
I am she.
by Jeanne Marie
My mom went to play with the angels in 2009.
3 thoughts on “I Am She…”
All so very true…I was thinking more of “I Am She” physically because I aged physically as she did. When I was very young, I thought I would always be that way…and then one day, I saw my mom in my mirror. Thank you for your feedback…always appreciated, Jeanne Marie
Thoughtful, truthful and oh, so, respectful..stages of life we have experienced or will experience if we r very, very lucky…”we are invincible as long as we’re alive.”
-Thanks for that, John Mayer-
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Thank you for such wonderful feedback, it is much appreciated. Jeanne Marie