I looked at my Mom in her 60’s and mused
I have 30 more years that’s unused
Before those wrinkles start to show
In this smooth face gazing from the mirror
Smug in my sureness
Yet also showing my immatureness.
I looked at my mom in her 70’s and again
Believing I had 20 more years in my brain
Even though I now see a wrinkle or two
Brushing it aside was my error
Time did not wait for me
Then she was suddenly eight three.
This time I only had years ten
Before I would considered myself old
But when did all those wrinkles descend
And dreams border on terror?
Then I remembered my soul’s true direction
Age and death are just a preview
Beyond the vail we live in blissful perfection
Where everyone’s soul is once again new.
©?Deborah M Kelly 2023