Good Evening,
I wrote this poem for my Mum… life is a stage upon which we all play our parts. What we see is always a shadow of what we have been.
Changes
A distant memory of the person I see,
In this image reflected back to me.
This carefree person once full of fun,
Who laughed enough for everyone.
A shock of hair - now peppered grey,
Proof of age and younger days.
That familiarity there in my eyes,
In a vision of me in wrinkled disguise.
I look beyond this membrane of age,
At the life I lived on a constant stage.
Beyond this mature vision I observe,
Liking what I see as it’s what I deserve.
By Helen Stallard
June 27, 2014
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