Saturday, August 23, 2008

Who is this woman?

Who is this woman,
gazing at me?
Where is the girl,
I used to be?
Is she now gone,
put safely away?
Will I have time,
to enjoy her some day
. . . day
. . . . . . . day?

2 comments:

Aunt T said...

Great writing! You should post your writings to your blog - they'd make great reads!!

I find myself reflecting much more as I get older. I still think of myself as 21 sometimes...yet I know that those days are long gone. Waking up one day and looking in the mirror and seeing my mother is one of my biggest fears...LOL!

I love ya!

Hi, my name is Kristal said...

Man that is awsome! AND you have been holding out on me, you should have sent me your blog link ALONG time ago!