Aging Dis-Gracefully - Revised

Today when passing my mirror on by I saw an image that filled me with fright 'Twas mother looking me straight in the eye — wrinkles, grey hair (on my face in this light!) Seeing I'd aged to such a degree, I then sought to examine further down. I saw not my housecoat hitting my knee, but a boob hanging the length of my gown. Teary at this unyielding decay, I threw my arms up in resigned acceptance. THAT’S when my arm skin started to flap, clapping together like an Irish step dance. And as if to punctuate my distress, my children joined in this unfriendly game. They pointed out just how my age-spotted hands and their grandma’s were one and the same! I smiled to keep me from giving up and noticed I'd left my teeth out in their cup. Revised September 22, 2018