A Parents Love – a video – please read

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Whilst looking up songs for my homework, I came upon this… PLEASE…. read these words…

age – memories and nonsense take 2

babbling about age
joints (a different kind)
that ache in rain
sounds of oohs and aaahs
stiff bones –  (sat too long)
bending with a sock

wrinkles (don’t get me started)
tired arches – heels too high
energy zapped
end of the day (do I have to cook)
tablets – herbs- vitamins
body rattles walking pharmacy

one could ask (no I do ask)
how much to they alleviate
placebos of the mind
thinking of ahead
walking sticks (possibly frames)
be gone with you

for ageing brings memories
smack bang – the hippocampus
of daisy chains
Hendrix – Joplin
laughter sitting cross legged
gunji – beer

music deafening
rattling walls – parents
banging loud on doors
escaping through the
flywire screens –
just a sleep over at my
friends…

riding bareback
flirting with the boys
hikes in forests
watching the sunrise
all night movie marathons
popcorn – hugs in the
backrow

age – best not to think
of what is left – how to
mark our days
think of
who we were
what we did
we may be older
but inside (where we live)
nothing’s really changed

Looking in the mirror

When I look into the mirror
who looks back at me?
character lines etched
by a chisel
eyes that no longer
have clarity

wrinkles, skin loose
thinner than it was
time marches on,  the woman
that looks back now so very
different than the girl of my
childhood, this is the grown up me

the foundations still remain
yet sometimes when I see myself
it’s hard to visualise who I once
was, the years unfailingly have
changed the image of the physical and
yet,  I’m aware changes are inevitable

am I happy to accept?
some days I do, others not
should I convince myself
to refrain from feeling as I do?
my mind remains the same regardless
the inner me not altered

this is only my outer shell
one that has accompanied my
life for 57 years, yet forgive
me my reflection, there are
moments when I gaze at you
and wish that who looked back

was that little girl once more
swirling in a pretty party dress
without a care in the world
no thought given to appearance
no worries of her future
no desire for anything to change

compliments will flatter for just
a moment but they fail to erase
completely those times when 
I look upon myself and feel this way
you may not know of what I speak
you may not have reached this stage

how my impression is of me now,  the
aspiration to feel like that little girl
once more, a non-sensical notion
to turn back the hands of time
but just for one sweet moment
one brief minute or three

I think of how nice it would
be to have that chance
to start life over,  to see the little girl
where I stand now….looking back at me

Written for  – Picture it & Write