Barbara Campbell Poet Rhyme

For the First Time--Again

I dreaded the thought of appearing old, 
Until I thought of stories quietly told,
Of my grandmother's prime;
As if I looked for the very first time
At her face and into her eyes...
Now, seeing who she was beyond age's disguise.

Here I am, in my older year
With my own grey hair
And all the other things to bare, 
Hopefully without despair;
For I am somewhat self-aware
And in many ways, this is the time of my life where
I believe I began getting there
In terms of life fulfillment and repair,
Both with and without err.
Living and giving my unique love and care---
My own facade, I too wear.
My hope is, to honor her now; here.

09/10/15

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Kevin Leake September 10, 2015 at 3:38 PM Nice write Barbara, Nothing stops time for proceeding, we have to grow old gracefully. Enjoyed it Best Wishes Kevin Barbara Campbell September 10, 2015 at 4:10 PM Kevin, Thank you for such positive comments. Barbara