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Each morning I look at you
You’ve changed.
Your face was joyous
Your skin so vibrant
Now I look and what do I see
A face yes, but I don’t think its me.
Oh mirror stop reflecting
The pain and the grief
Show me the hope
Show me the spirit
So if I look harder then I can see
Someone with the potential of maybe being me.
Reflections on the past
Show in the mirror
Now let the spirit of the future
Reflect the same way
So when I relax and let myself smile – what do I see?
The person that I dream will become the new me.
Reflections from my bathroom this morning put into an Anna poem (which means a badly written one!)….when I saw the old lady staring back at me! But do you know once that smile had been let loose that reflection looked a whole lot different…..try a smile a day, to keep your aging at bay!!
Mike….you are a true gentleman. Don’t you worry my positivity remains…mind you I do thing sometimes my bubbly nature in life is often my way of ensuring every one else doesn’t feel lonely
But don’t you worry this blog is about my journey…and with all journeys there are good and bad days…and part of that journey is giving back to others
Anna,
You’re always so positive and full of life that it’s hard to imagine you feeling so down. I suppose we all have those feelings sometimes. But age is only a number. Think about all the people you’ve helped with this and the other blogs and podcasts. Never before in the entire history of the world has anyone been just like you. There will never be another person just like you. God made each of us what we are and it’s up to us to use our gifts as fully as possible.
Besides, you ladies have the advantage of hair color and makeup. If you want to feel better about yourself remember that when I look in the mirror the first thing in the morning, that’s how I’m going to look all day.
P.S. I like the poem.
y’know anna. I think you have just encapsulated the human condition, as seen through the eyes of us women. Who will not experience the anguish that you so aptly describe? We can only see reality reflected back to us in a mirror. And I do beleive that reality is subjective – so perhaps we have to learn to project the reality that is inside of us, outwards… so we can see the essence of ourselves and smile because she is our friend.
Leslie – it was prompted because I suddenly realised how old I looked. I almost didn’t recognise the person looking back at me….and that was shocking in a way, actually in a big way. I would go as far as saying that I hated the person looking back…..and I need to find a way of bringing life back to that reflection. Have you seen posted about next Sunday?
I can relate to poem so well. I, too often look at myself in the mirror and wonder exactly who I am. I think that’s a part of defining yourself as a woman alone and without that support you used to have. No matter how old we are I guess a change as big as losing one’s spouse leaves you at loose ends. I am trying to find the positives in my life and strive for a better me. That doesn’t take away the feelings of longing but it does give me hope for the future and if we lose hope what else is there?