I look in the mirror What do I see
Curious eyes staring back at me
A face wrinkled and hair so grey
Who is that I ask in dismay
Where’s daddy’s little laughing girl
Rosy cheeked and hair in curls
Skipping and twirling in delight
Being tossed like a feather so light
Helping mummy with the twins
Learning to use diapers and pins
Playing hide n seek with Nan
Or building castles in the sand
High school, hockey, study and dance
Shakespeare, Van Gogh, Maths to advance
Prom night’s excitement is now near
Time keeps marching on I fear
College, graduation, time is flying
Tokyo and Paris are each vying
Far off lands beckon and call
No time to think, I’m having a ball
The city of love, romance and heart
Hit my love and I with a wee dart
Wedding bells to a baby cot
This blissful life becomes my lot
Christenings and birthdays mark the years
Happiness, laughter and some tears
The cycle of life continues along
Leading us onward through this song
Fears, problems, issues and more
Milestones, setbacks, life lessons galore
A mixed bag of both fortune and strife
It’s all part and parcel of a full life
Back to the mirror, what’s before me
My reflection, a vision for all to see
The lines reveal the downs and ups
Life’s journey is an overflowing cup
(C) Wendy Robinson All rights reserved
I wrote this in honour of my mother, just after she passed in March three years ago.
Disclaimer: Thank you to Anthony Metcalf @ antsphotography14 for the above photo.
For what it’s worth, it’s never too late, or in my case too early, to be whatever you want to be.
There’s no time limit. Start whenever you want! You can change or stay the same. There are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it.
I hope you see things that startle you.
I hope you feel things you never felt before.
I hope you meet people who have a different point of view.
I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again. ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald