I held a mirror to my face this morn’
And met me with a critical eye-
More wrinkles and sags than I could count
Then, having counted just gave a sigh –
Was this, I thought, what my own mother felt
As she aged more every year?
Will I ever be free from my judgement calls –
That fill me with such fear?
Too old, too fat, too wrinkled, too worn-
Does my appearance reflect my age?
I try so hard to take care of myself
Yet, my skin protests with rage!
I see myself getting angry and sad
At the loss of my youth in a glance
Then I note how odd it is
My smile – my wrinkles enhance –
Back in time my mind does fly,
Back to a younger day
I was much more vibrant then –
And beauty no price to pay.
Nare a wrinkle on my face,
Nor sag upon my cheek
Yet I seemed to never have the time –
Or with honesty could I speak –
Now here I am an older me
More confident and more fit
Of both my body and my soul
Of this, I will admit –
Inner beauty exists but is so hard to see
For appearances get in the way –
The make-up, the colours, the mascara and brows
I need not in the clear light of day –
Look deeper, I say to myself in the mirror
And see what others see –
A heart and a soul that is kind and so gentle
On this so many do agree –
Lift your eyes dear friend in the mirror
So that you are more apt to find
Your true self worth and your value in –
The woman who is so kind
Beauty is not found in looks
Though yours are clear to me
Your worth is measured in your deeds –
You’ve left a legacy!